The lone gunslinger

lyrics by: John Rodie
Written on Nov 10, 2016


He rode into town
All dusty, alone
You could see from his eyes
He never knew home
And his right hand sat lazy
 On top of his horse
But close to his gun
Loaded of course

Chorus
I’m a lone gunslinger from I can’t remember where
I’ve been all over, going from there to about here
And my gun’s never empty: but my heart always is;
For I have no wife or family, no place that I miss!

Went to the saloon
Shutters flapping behind
And walked to the bar
All spotted the signs
As a young cow hand
So Bravado drunk
Went for his gun
Till dead he just sunk.

Chorus

He emptied his glass
With a tear in each eye
Just turning to leave
He gave a sad sigh
“All I want
Is just a little peace
A roof o’er my head
And the dying to cease!”

Chorus

Back in the street
The townsfolk walked round
Till out of the shadows
Bullets brought him down
“I shot the gun slinger”
The final words that he heard
“You saw- he made me do it”
But all the dying man said

Was
I’m a lone gunslinger from I can’t remember where
I’ve been all over, going from there to about here
And my gun’s never empty: but my heart always was;
For I had no wife or family, no place that I’ve lost!

On windy boot hill
There is a lonely cross
To an unknown gunslinger
When he finally lost
And his killer
For what he went and done
Is now a famous man
With no friends -not a single one! 

For he is a lone gunslinger from he can’t remember where
And he's been all over, going from here to about there
His gun is never empty but his heart it always is
For he have no wife or family, no place that he missed


Sorry as don't normal write songs

 

Tags: sad, imagery,

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Geoffrey Brewer commented:
Atmospheric. Should have been set to music and sung by Johnny Cash.
Shannon Rohn commented:
Pretty darn good rhyme.
Frank Hornby . commented on Aug 31, 2018 at 11:39am
Get offa ya horse.....and drink ya milk!......yeah I think that could be a darn good country song......

 

 

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