(RAP)
He was nine years old when his folks left HOME ,on a wagon heading west
And his Mum and Dad knew he'l grow up bad, BY the mark of the devil on his chect
Seventeen, he turned up mean, all he made is death
He had a name on a fast gun GAME and they called him devil's kid.
Now the kid's name grew and his gun dead too in an Old ghost town of fear
Sitting there at the Marshal chair is the one they call Gray Beard
He has a DRAWING hand like no other man , he was faster than the eye
And there were always plenty of kids about twenty just couldn't wait to die
CHOURS (Song)
He was a fast gun,
Who couldn't make a name
couldn't make a furture
but Killing was his game.
Now the kid said, 'tell where is this man who never feared a gun'
Grey beard rised his head and said,
'your're looking at him son'
Now the kid tried to staring Greybeard down with eyes like aced up dice
Greybeard's frown turned upside down, to a smile as cold as ice.
Now the devil KID reached for his gun with a draw as fast as light
but he lost the game to a shot that came from somewhere out of sight,
And as the kid went down and he hit the ground
He thought he lost his mind
He heard Greybeard snicker, hell, I was even quicker
Before I went stone blind.
CHOR
fast GUN,
Who couldn't make a name
couldn't make a future
Killing was the game.
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