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Outlaw Justice

OUTLAW JUSTICE

Frank and Jesse James strapped there pistols on their sides
The Youngers got together and saddled up to ride.
   Butch and all his gang made ready at the wall
   Sundance made his final bet in the gambling hall.
Billy at the time was only seventeen
but he was faster with a gun than most had ever seen.
    The Clantons were all fuming cause Wyatt made them out a clown
     they were hell bent on revenge the Erpps were going down.
Doc was sitting on a couch coughing up his lungs
sitting with a rag in hand cleaning up his gun.
     A stranger on a pale horse had met them one and all
     he told them they would all meet up, when he came back to call.
The time had come for paybacks they have had enough
the law and order marshals simply were unjust.
    The outlaws all decided they should talk it over first
     but when they got together it was a meeting of the worst.
Sun dance stared at Billy who spit in Jesses face
gun shots started echoing all about the place.
     When the rider on his pale horse, rode up in the dusk
     everyone was dead and gone and turning into dust.
so much for outlaw justice, or perhaps it was indeed
a justice much befitting, for a dying breed.
                                                                "the phantom"

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