The Search

The barroom was quiet
And smoke filled the air
A young fella laid dying
With no one to care

I held them in my arms
A sad sight to see
"Hear my story" he said
"Before you bury me"

"When i was a boy
I saw my father die
By the gun of a man
With a scar across his eye

And i sworn that when i was full grown
I'd kill that man
With a gun of my own."

(I'd kill that man with a gun of my own)

"I spent the years working
Working, day and night
Learning how to shoot
And learning how to fight

The word got around
Oh, i was known by all
They knew i drew fast
They knew i stood tall

When the time was right
I left my town
To search for the man that had
Gunned my pa' down

I rode through the night
I rode withouth stop
I rode withouth rest
Till I tought i would drop."

"Then i heard that a man with a scar had been seen
In some god forsook town
North of Abilene
I knew at last
I would seek justice done
And if pa' was alive
He'd be proud of his son

When i rode through that town
Every man turned away
They could see by my face
There was devil to pay

I got off my horse and
Went into the bar
And standing right there
Was the man with the scar

(Standing right there was the man with the scar)

He looked straight at me
My mouth went dust dry
He said: What is it son?
I said: You're gonna die

But as i went for my gun
A bullet hitted my chest
And the last thing i saw
Was a star, on his vest."

That was the story
He whispered to me
It's funny, how foolish some men can be
And strange, i thought, as i'd buried him that day
How men, withouth knowing why
Throw their lives away