The Fastest Gun In the West....(Not)
For many years we were mis lead by this myth
The real one was a little short guy, kind of slow with bad eye sight
When his temper would flare, take a sip of hot stale beer, with his sawed off shotgun
In any saloon, he would state his case
Copyright © Danny Nunn | Year Posted 2009
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