Last One Leaving
It's high noon,
and everybody is nervous
Jittery hands and trembling knees
I saw a skirt on a man,
who was hastily leaving the train station
The last one leaving
is the man I am supposed to meet
As the sheriff of this God-forsaken town,
I was duty bound
to deal with any outlaw who came around
It wasn't just rumor, it was fact
That he was lightning fast with the six-shooter
Could fill your belly with hot lead
before you could even squeeze the trigger
But I'm not afraid of him,
because I ain't afraid of dying
I'm the law around here,
I'll let my coffin do my crying
Besides, I'm pretty fast too ... that's what people say
If I first take a drink, then my hands don't shake,
and my nerves won't break
Anyway, that's what people say
But today, redemption is coming my way ---
I put no bottle to my lips,
I took no whiskey kiss
Truth is, I'm dead already most people insist
They say I'm an old gunslinger,
who when sober tends to always miss
So today, justice may require my life,
but this feared outlaw killed my son and my wife
And today, he's gonna pay the price
This morning, I prayed to the heavens,
and a small voice said to me, let him draw first,
for it shall be his body that hits the earth
I now have faith in my steady left hand,
and here, shortly after high noon ...
this evil outlaw will be buried in the sand
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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