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A pall of dust rises from the east |
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Four riders approaching - horses underneath |
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Each man has his hand on his gun |
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As the sleeping village rose to meet the sun |
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Don't want those kids in this place |
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What they have done is a disgrace |
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Too much evil in their eyes |
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Shoot first, then ask why |
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Black Jack Tillin' was looking for killing |
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Quick draw McGraw was ready to draw |
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And nobody stood a chance |
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As the undertaker took his stance |
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Don't want those killers in this town |
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Death and destruction all around |
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Too much evil in their eyes |
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Shoot first and then ask why |
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The man in black pointed his gun to the corner |
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And smiled for the parents who would mourn her |
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The Killer rode out of town |
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Their murdered victims twisted on the ground |
