The Gunman
I sit here poised and ready, slip the thong off of my gun;
I saw him when he walked in, No good son of a gun;
Half the men here recognize him, when he strode through the door;
The room is taught with anger; we’re fixing to mop the floor;
He ordered up a tall one and threw a glance around the room;
I remember my good buddy, he sent on up the flume;
Tombstone was where it happened, that drifter came to town;
Johnny was loud mouthing, when the drifter shot him down;
Now Johnny was a hard case, but he had him lots of friends;
And most of us in this here bar were there when he met his end;
I toss a glance off to my left and drop my hand down to my colt;
He was staring down my barrel when the drifter tried to bolt;
I hit the ground a running and I pulled that hammer back;
Today ended in bloody revenge, that was the end of Zack…
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2014
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