The Legend of Marshal Blood

Out in the desert where the tumbleweeds roll
Rides a tall lean man with a heart of gold
Marshal Blood, or the Bloodhound some call him
Has taken down varmints, but he's never fallen

Marshal Blood, he's the best in the West
His bravery, skills, and resolve always put to the test
From Rotgut to the mountains, through creeks and rivers so wide
Marshal Blood and his faithful horse, Whisper, ride

Clem Pickett, the loyal sheriff of the town of Rotgut
Joins Blood on his quest for justice on his sturdy old chestnut
With his Henry rifle on his back and his colt at his side
Marshall Blood, and Clem stand tall with lawman's pride

Marshal Blood, he's the best in the West
His bravery, skills, and resolve always put to the test
From Rotgut to the mountains, through creeks and rivers so wide
Marshal Blood and his faithful horse, Whisper, ride

He's faced dens of thieves and taken down rustlers
Foiled train and bank heists and lonely card hustlers
In his tan leather duster and cold steel in his veins
For justice and honor, he's brought peace to the plains

Marshal Blood, he's the best in the West
His bravery, skills, and resolve always put to the test
From Rotgut to the mountains, through creeks and rivers so wide
Marshal Blood and his faithful horse, Whisper, ride

He's faced dens of thieves and taken down rustlers
Foiled train and bank heists and lonely card hustlers
In his tan leather duster and cold steel in his veins
For justice and honor, he's brought peace to the plains

Marshal Blood, he's the best in the West
His bravery, skills, and resolve always put to the test
From Rotgut to the mountains, through creeks and rivers so wide
Marshal Blood and his faithful horse, Whisper, ride

Riding into the sunset, another day done
Marshal Blood cooks his dinner and cleans his guns
In the annals of the West, his legend shall remain
Marshal Blood, the bloodhound, wild, free, and untamed