Charley Red

Oh, Charley Red
Oh, Charley Red

Three men on horses riding in from the west
Six shooters at their hips and shiny stars on their vests that read "Marshal"
They called the Marshal on Ol' Charley Red

Charley was the devil by any other name
He took the souls of fellas out on the plains of Oklahoma
In Oklahoma he left a sea of dead

He didn't do it for the money or for the goods he stole
His only joy in life was putting men in the hole
He didn't want women, he didn't drink or smoke
Each bullet in his chamber was to claim another soul

Oh, Charley Red
Oh, Charley Red

The Marshals called out Charley into the public square
Out manned and out gunned Charley didn't stand a prayer, but he showed up
With his pistols drawn

The Marshals gave Ol' Charley until the count of ten
To throw away his weapons, if he didn't then they'd have no choice
But to gun Ol' Charley down

Charley raised his pistols and fired each six shot
He fired until the barrels on his pistols grew hot
The Marshals returned fire with no fear in their eyes
Their horses stirred and kicked up dust into the empty sky

Oh, Charley Red
Oh, Charley Red

Soon the dust had settled and fell down to the ground
And there laying dead in the middle of the town were the Marshals
Killed by Ol' Charley Red

There were no signs of Red, no signs of blood or retreat
Nor were there tracks left by his feet leaving
Where the Marshals had fell
They say Ol' Charley
Went on back to Hell

Oh, Charley Red
Oh, Charley Red