He’s a gunslinger
He’s got a pep in his walk
With his black felt hat
And a twang in his talk
He’s a lady killer
Wanted in six states
He’s a gambling man
And he’s playing with fate
He rides a mustang
With his iron on hand
It’s only him in his posse
He don’t need a best friend
He’s riding heartless
Into the moonlit night
He’s the cowboy killer
Filling Sheriffs with fright
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Author:
Thesunseeker (
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Comments2
I could really picture him reading this
Thank you !
I too could see this person in my minds eye. Good write.
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