Shot From the Saddle
Knocked from my saddle,
I didn't see it coming,
shot in the back,
he thought I was dead.
He didn't wait around to see,
if I was killed,
because God let me live,
I will kill him someday.
Getting stronger every day,
that bullet didn't kill me,
passed right thru,
God decided I would heal,
getting back on the trail,
I'm coming for you.
The saloon doors swing closed behind me,
there stands that back shooter at the bar,
I see the fear in his eyes,
he doesn't know he's dead before he hits the floor,
his pistols never moved.
The click of two hammers in my ear,
two 44's looking at me,
you better GIT while you still can boy,
we never liked that son-of-a ***** anyway.
The morning sun lights my path,
I see home down the valley,
quietly calling me,
asking where you been?
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2018
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