My Wild West Gang
big man big gun big heart
that's me in a nutshell
healin's my callin'
shootin's my insurance
guns run dry
my spear don't
rock don't lie
men do
I trust my pickax
my pa said shoot straight
and speak truth
I live by both
bang! ha ha!
did I get ya?
they fear my gun
they should fear
what's behind it
God guides my hands
medicine does the rest
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