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Half-Cocked

Just hearing gunshots in the West  
Can't seem to get a moment's rest  
Not one for throwing in the towel  
I head for the OK Corral  

Gunfighters on the left and right  
One aiming down his barrel's sight  
I give the gunplay all I've got  
A showdown but my nerves are shot  
 
Wyatt Earp and his dear friend Doc  
Fire shotguns to the Clantons' shock  
Now lying face down in the mud  
Dirt mixing slowly with their blood  
 
Just one more idle fantasy  
Time wasted far as I can see  
Somebody still call in the law  
Lest I can reach my gun and draw.
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