CFJ Vlog 19-7-10: Gunfighter

Shots rang out north of town
Was heard for miles around
Young kid on the wrong end of a gun

Sheriff cried for all to hear
'We need some volunteers'
And I's as good a shot as anyone

As we rolled our packs
He said 'some of us won't come back
Like some of us aint come back before
When death is at the door
Gunfighter'

Skinny as a beam
He was a six shooting machine
With a dusty hat across his dusty brow

And he ran with a band of thugs
Just a mean as a pack of dogs
And set across the land out on the prowl

As we followed track
We buried those who wont come back
Like so many aint come back before
When death is at the door
Gunfighter
Gunfighter

When we finally met
The ground was soaking wet
In a desert where it hadn't rained for weeks

I stood amongst the dead
My hat still on my head
And it was down to only him and me

I drew for my attack
I said 'One of us won't come back
Mister throw your pistol to the floor'

He looked at me to say
Before he turned away
'Death is at your door
Gunfighter'
Gunfighter

That Gunfighter