West of the Rockies,
North of the border.
Lay a little town,
Of law and order.
With one Tin Star,
And Deputies three.
Nobody transgressed,
Nobody but me.
On that fateful day,
Near the edge of town.
With my Colt 45,
Shot the Sheriff down.
I had whiskeyed head,
And bloodshot eyes.
On a stolen horse,
Was caught by surprise.
The Deputies three,
That I confounded.
Out of the shadows,
Had me surrounded.
With no...
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