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I am a bastard son I drift from town to town

I live for raising hell when the sun goes down

Some call me outlaw

But I'm known by many names

A dark desperado purveyor of pain

Don't cross my path or face my wrath

Leave me alone

Wenches and whiskey all I need

To make my home

Death seems to follow me

No matter where I ride

My horse and my hat and my colt by my side

I'm the one with an ace up my sleeve

Don't challenge me

You're the one I will gun down in the street

That's why they call me

Gunslinger...Soul Stealer...Death Dealer

Reach for the sky and die

Gunslinger...Grim Reaper...Oath Keeper

Hang 'em high Gunslinger

You've seen a drawing of my face

Hung on a wall, I'm the most wanted man

The worst you ever saw

For years they've tried

To put a noose around my neck

This here reward

Don't you try to collect

Come meet your maker

I will put you in a box

I live amongst the dead

The tumbleweeds and rocks

I'll always face you

Never shoot you in the back

Dressed in my brown duster

The bad guys wear black

Coins in the eyes of my dead

They'll tell no tales

Holes from my bullets in their heads

Laid to rest by the Gunslinger

Wanted dead or alive

The lawman arrived

He called me out the saloon

The town gathered round

As the church bell chimed

He faced me right at high noon

He claimed he's the best the law in the west

Come quiet and surrender he said

Before he could draw so quick no one saw

I fired and filled him with lead

Hang 'em high - way up high!