He laid face down
In the desert sand
Clutching a sixgun
In his hand
And me & Maria went to watch him die.
Suddenly the raised and said:
Help me now, or I shoot you dead!.
- I got an arrow in my back

And it aches as hell!!
So we jumped on down in the yellow sand
Started helping this gunfighting man
And the wagon tipped from side to side
Driving into the red, red sun
He was sixfeet tall'n'four feet wide
Poor mule he could hardly run
I turned my head to Maria
And she turned her head to mine:
And we knew...
What he was going to do
His whole way through
He was going to shoo-oo-oy
- And he was son of a gun!!
And his name was on the pistol

As we went driving into town
There was a big reward upon his head
We saw these posters all around
- Coz' the marshall wanted to see
him dead...

As we talked about this gunfighting man
Now folks I want to see you run!
We saw the steel in his hand:
To the rythm of my gun!!

And we knew...
Thanks to my old stetson hat®
Well I was saved & I was glad
It went through the top
Only leaving a spot
It was fabricated by an indian bud
Hanging on the posters everywhere...
Who did not now that he was hot

So I took one step back
And tipped my hat
And looked him in his eyes
Aom shit he was telling me the
Dirtiest lies
I was trapped in the USA
I had no time to get away
C'mon Maria, let's get out of his war...

And we knew...

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And we knew...
Dow! Flam bam! Pow! Bow!

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