The Gunslinger
He
He sees the darkness in the light
He
He's snuffed out many-a folks' life
This town
His town
His people
They've got a wringer
Here he comes
With his guns cocked
The people flock
And they start to talk
In the crowd they cry for help
One name is yelled
The Gunslinger
The sharpshooter came to spark lead
And leave them looking for him
Down that barrel
They asked questions when the shots blasted
Searching for a god
Down that barrel
Stay behind him and you'll die last
Yeah you'll be looking for him
Down that barrel
The sharpshooter came and went fast
He left them looking for him
Down that barrel
(Oh)
(Hey)
Ah ha hahaha
He
He can smell a foul darkness in the air
Fifty
Yeah fifty men with feathers in their hair
This town
His town
His people
They gonna need their wringer
'Cause here they come
With their bows drawn
This wont take long
All remorse is gone
And in the crowd they cry for help
One name is yelled
The Gunslinger
The sharpshooter came to spark lead
And leave them looking for him
Down that barrel
They asked questions when the shots blasted
Searching for a god
Down that barrel
Stay behind him and you'll die last
Yeah you'll be looking for him
Down that barrel
The sharpshooter came and went fast
He left them looking for him
Down that barrel
(Oh)
(Hey)
Ah ha hahaha
He sees the darkness in the light
He
He's snuffed out many-a folks' life
This town
His town
His people
They've got a wringer
Here he comes
With his guns cocked
The people flock
And they start to talk
In the crowd they cry for help
One name is yelled
The Gunslinger
The sharpshooter came to spark lead
And leave them looking for him
Down that barrel
They asked questions when the shots blasted
Searching for a god
Down that barrel
Stay behind him and you'll die last
Yeah you'll be looking for him
Down that barrel
The sharpshooter came and went fast
He left them looking for him
Down that barrel
(Oh)
(Hey)
Ah ha hahaha
He
He can smell a foul darkness in the air
Fifty
Yeah fifty men with feathers in their hair
This town
His town
His people
They gonna need their wringer
'Cause here they come
With their bows drawn
This wont take long
All remorse is gone
And in the crowd they cry for help
One name is yelled
The Gunslinger
The sharpshooter came to spark lead
And leave them looking for him
Down that barrel
They asked questions when the shots blasted
Searching for a god
Down that barrel
Stay behind him and you'll die last
Yeah you'll be looking for him
Down that barrel
The sharpshooter came and went fast
He left them looking for him
Down that barrel
(Oh)
(Hey)
Ah ha hahaha
Credits
Writer(s): Hugh Moore
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