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 ~~~~ 3 - 23 - 2013