The golden sun sets on the trail, as a lone cowboy rides for hell.
He knows he cant beat them all, but still he must answer the call.
For what is life when love is gone, when you lose it all and have no home.
Sure he could leave on the next train, But he knows that it will never ease his pain.
So he loads his six gun and hangs it low, So all that see him will instantly know.
The gunslinger comes and a reckoning is close, as the lumps come up in their throats.
The buzzards rest up on the hill, waiting and watching for the coming kills.
The wind is blowing a very fowl breeze, as he walks down the center of a dusty street.
They bar their doors and peak from blinds, hoping to avoid his watchful eyes.
The look he has says it all, and someone soon will take the fall.
He meets the outlaws out in the street, and soon the maker someone will meet.
Three on the draw no time to think, he draws his own in less than a blink.
The shots are fired and two outlaws are dead, only one is left and he’s filled with dread.
He takes his aim and the bullets fly, and another outlaw loses his life.
He holsters his gun and staggers off, just as he begins to bleed and cough.
Seems that he wasn’t the only one, to hit their mark with a gun.
One of the outlaws has done him in, he knew this was how it had to end.
But what could he do they’d taken it all, he sees her face as he falls.
Her lovely smile and golden wings, he hoped this wasn’t just a dream.
He’d avenged her death for right or wrong, and now shes here to carry him home.
The townsfolk all gather to lay him to rest, and talk about how he was the best.
The fastest draw they’d ever seen, they said as they hear the church bells ring.
On his stone they placed his gun, it hangs there still according to some.
But when the wind is blowing fowl, or the night is pierced by a lone wolfs howl.
They say if you look and listen close, you can catch a glimpse of a western ghost.
A lone cowboy will walk the streets, and god have mercy on any outlaw he meets.
Just something I came up with as I was oiling the leather on my own slingers belt.