In a dusty fleabit mining town

The kind you’d see on screen

The stranger rode down Main Street

Looking evil, looking mean

He packed a pair of six guns

And a sawn off in his vest

Those folks was mighty nervous

But that’s something you’d a guessed

The drug store shut the shutters

And the hotel did the same

The sky grew dark and cloudy, and

It looked like it might rain

The stranger in his poncho

He stayed sitting on his horse

He’d rode near fifty miles

He was saddle sore of course

It took some time, but he got down

Then standing in the street

He opened up a well worn pouch

And rolled a cigareet

He struck a match across his chin

And in it’s dying flame

Some folks recognised him

Though, they didn’t know his name

Moving slowly down the boardwalk

Headin’ straight towards the bar

The light’ning flashed and all could see

The stranger wore a star

He pushed in through the bar room door

And silence filled the air

Those men was mean and moody

He could feel their hateful stare

Sidling slowly to a barstool, well

The mood, it sorta eased

For at last they had a starman

And they seemed like they was pleased

The starman drank his coffee

Ate some victuals and some bread

It had been a long hard day,and

He was ready for his bed

But then he saw the gunman

From the corner of his eye

He knew the man was faster

And he knew that he would die

Dressed in black all over

Staring deep into the room

The gunman, like a shadow

Almost hidden in the gloom

Though running short of time

The lawman hatched a cunning plan

He only had one chance to get

The better of this man

Moving quickly from his barstool

Heading straight toward the door

The sheriff hit the gunman

And, the gunman hit the floor