The Man Who Became Legend

A feller comes to Lloyd Sinclair
Proposes a job down south
He says "Come with me, and there won't be
No more crops or cows for you to see"
So Lloyd kisses his wife and vows to
Return home with pay
Makes a promise to his boy
And off he goes ridin' away

They arm and go board the train
Danger's steaming ahead
The wanted posters say "Three Grand
For the Johnson Brothers- dead or alive"
Now Lloyd he knew 'em good
He used to work on their ranch
They all but pay him fair for his sweat and blood
But now they're gonna pay well

The man who became legend
With no more than his heart
Is a poor Yankee farmer
Who's never held a gun
His name's Lloyd Sinclair
And he is so petrified
But he's made a promise
And a promise he will keep

So they arrive
In a town near their camp
Everyone warns them not to go after the gang
Yet they keep pushing through
They scout and soon find out
It's a gang of twelve, not two
Feller flees and leaves Lloyd
To face them alone, or die doing so

The man who became legend
With no more than his heart
Is a poor Yankee farmer
Who holds a promise and a gun
And as he goes for the brothers
The older one knocks him down
Lloyd shoots in his guts and
The younger one takes out his gun

Now a duel is all they've left
And Lloyd's foe is of soul bereft
A faster gun, yet he's outgunned
For when Lloyd draws it's for his son

The man who became legend
And shot the Johnsons down
Was chased by their gang
And nearly killed but
Men from all around led by
The feller Lloyd Sinclair had
Stopped them once and for all and
Helped Lloyd keep his promise of

Going back to his boy
To tell him tall tales of heroes in the west
He learned on the way