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The Old Gun Fighter
The old gunfighter sitting in the cafe,
Stares the at the Kid in a timeless way.
Not a new story, who’s faster than whom,
Shall one or both create the gray doom?
Now the Kid is dressed all in black,
Sliver on his belt, chaps and his hat.
Sandy hair and sad eyes of gray,
Must not show his fear today.
All bets are down how will it be,
Folks in the street they have to see.
Old looks at young and says to him,
This is the time we lay it out, Jim.
You came to town to see me today,
Now it is time you went on your way.
The old gunfighter waited to see
Will the fight really come to be?
You know the rule, the first to draw,
Must be the one who does not fall.
I told your mother I would care for you,
She left us both when you were two.
This is not going to be the day,
I kill her hopes, blow her dreams away.
The time is over for this kind of thing,
I will not draw or shoot today.
Get on your horse and ride away.
The Kid just smiled and walked away,
He knew he would not have won the day.
Up on his horse, rides out of town,
Back to the ranch before sundown.
His grandfather waits in the cafe,
Worries about the coming day.......
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