Tekster: Danny Malone. The Gunfight.

While he walks through the slow town
with his eyes towards the road
Boots, tattoos, and scars and spurs
and from his lips flows cigarette smoke

And if the stories are true then he's killed more men than any man in the West
And of all the gunfighters that lived in his day well, man, they all knew he was best.

But no one knew that he was tired of this shit
He was tired of living on the run
But he had won more fight for he could hang his gun

He sang:

A young buck out of Carolina said that I had killed his brother
And he's been riding all this way to find me and avenge his honor
Says he knows that I'm a better fighter but he'll never feel free

Till he fires the gun that murders me

They stood in the mud and the rain and the street outside the bar
Hand near their hips
Fingertips twitching as they stood twenty paces apart

Well they had lightning set fire to the sky
one doubt will make the wind whistle
And just then the boy pulled out his pistol

ROCK!

Those gunshots were as loud as thunder
and they shook the crowd these boys were under
and right there beneath the stars
this cowboy felt a, a bullet pierce his...
heart.

A bullet pierced his heart.

He could have won that fight
But something inside said don't pull the trigger
'Cause for him it's just another kill
But for the boy it was something bigger

'Cause:

That young buck out of Carolina
come here with something to prove
He must have thought that he would surely die but, hell, he had nothing to lose

Well, the cowboy knew he couldn't change the past but he could make one more run.

If he lost his life
If he lost his life
If he lost his life

In this gunfight.
In this gunfight.
In this gunfight.
In this gunfight.

I said this cowboy lost his last gunfight