Fugitive Cowboy
It was almost dusk when he rode into town
Looking for a saloon, his sorrows to drown
'Twas in that saloon a fight broke out
And he had to punch a cowpoke in the mouth
The next day the posse came looking for him
Wanted dead or alive, his future looked dim
Or worse yet, and this is no lie
They would string him up and hang him high
But he lay low until they went away
Then he rode out of town the very next day
He had killed a man in self defense
But the sheriff wanted him nonetheless
Wanted him to confess to the crime
But he wasn't fixing to do no time
He was an outlaw, riding from town to town
His six shooters at the ready, to let off some rounds
He was quick on the draw, his name was Sid
But he was better known as the two gun kid
Then one day in a crowded saloon
The sheriff walked in and spotted the kid
He told the kid to slap leather at high noon
Or keep on going and run and hide
The two gun kid finished his drink
And obliged the sheriff by stepping outside
The two men stood ready to draw
A crowd had gathered to see the outlaw
Before the sheriff could reach for his gun
Two shots rang out, the sheriff fell down
Quicker on the draw was the fugitive named Sid
But he was better known as the two gun kid
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3 - 23 - 2013
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