The sun beats down on the gunslinger’s neck,
A single drop of sweat runs down his face;
He thinks of the past; his life that’s a wreck,
He left his family without a trace;
Worn soles of a boot part him and the ground,
The man inhales the unforgiving air;
He walks ten steps without making a sound,
If he died right now would anyone care?;
He looks his opponent straight in the eye,
He quickly grabs the pistol in his hand;
No one lives their life for the day they die,
But it’s too late, now he’s dead in the sand;
The concise life of an outlaw so cruel,
A dead man, casualty of a duel.
