The Gunslinger,,,

The Gunslinger Saddles Up His Horse,,,
And He's Off,,,On Another Days Adventure,,,
After A Couple Of Hours,,,He Crosses A Small Town,,,
He Ties His Horse Up,,,At The Local Stable,,,
He Pays The Stable Man A Dollar,,,
To Feed ,,,Water,,,And Groom His Horse,,,
And Takes A Walk Around,,, This Dusty Western Town,,,

He Heads Into The Local Saloon,,,For A Drink,,,
To Wash Down The Dust,,,From The Trail That Led Him There,,,
He Slides The Barkeep A Twenty Dollar Gold Piece,,,
He Grabs A Bottle Of Whisky ,,,And Ask For A Glass,,,
He Says,,,You Can Have It All,,,If You Make Sure,,,
That No One Comes To My Table,,,Or Bothers Me There,,,

He Picks Out The Table,,,In The Far Back Corner,,,
Facing The Door,,,With His Back To The Wall,,,
He Lays His Guns,,,Upon The Table,,,In Front Of Him,,,
And He Proceeds With His Daily Ritual,,,
Of Cleaning His Two Six Guns,,,

As He Disassembles His Guns,,,In A Flash,,,
He Then Cleans,,,Every Part Thoroughly,,,
And Applies,,,A Thin Layer Of Oil To Each,,,
And Then Reassembles Them,,,Very Quickly,,,
With All The Precision,,, Of A Surgeon,,,

He Admires His Weapons,,,And He Is As Deadly,,,
With His Right Hand,,,As He Is With His Left,,,
As He Handles,,,His Deadly Black Guns,,,
He Begins Twirling Them,,,And Thinks Of,,,
How Perfectly Balanced,,,They Are,,,

And He Can't Really Remember,,,
How Many Men,,,He Has Killed,,,
But He Had Always,,,Givin Them A Chance To Leave,,,
And He Can Still See Their Faces,,,As Each,,,
And Every Challenger,,,Had Chosen To Draw,,,
Instead Of Being Smart,,,And Just Walking Away,,,

And He Knows,,,That With His Skills,,,
He Is More Like A Machine,,,Than A Human,,,
And He Also Knows,,,That With Every Town,,,
Brings Him,,,One Step Closer,,,To The One,,,
Who Will Ultimatly,,,Be His Demise,,,
And He Will Know,,,As Soon As He See's Him,,,
Because He Knows,,,The Look In His Eyes,,,

As He Pours Another Glass,,,He Watches The Door,,,
He Doesn't Want,,, Any Trouble Today,,,
But Trouble,,,Always Seems To Find Him,,,
And No Matter ,,,What He Says Or Does,,,
They Just Have To Prove Themselves,,,Everytime,,,
And Everytime,,,He Walks Away,,,Leaving A Path,,,
Of Death And Destruction,,,Behind Him,,,

And He Wishes,,,That For Just One Day,,,To Have Peace,,,
And For Just,,,One Time,,,Not To Leave Another,,,
Lying Dead Out There,,,In The Streets,,,
For As Long As He Can Remember,,,Every Single Day,,,
Every Town,,,They Lie Dead In The Streets,,,As He Rides Away,,,
And He See's All Of Their Faces,,,Each And Every Day,,,

He Admires His Guns,,,And He Knows His Fame,,,
And What Happens,,, To All Of Those,,,
Who Choose,,,To Play,,,His Game,,,
By The Time,,,That Most Men Can Count To Two,,,
He Has Drawn,,,Fired Both Guns Twice,,,
And Returned Them To Rest,,,In Their Holster,,,
And Has Already Turned,,,And Is Walking Away,,,
Before The Challenger,,,Even Falls Down,,,
And Most Are Dead,,,Before Ever Hitting The Ground,,,

A Few Hours Pass,,,And He Must Be On His Way,,,
He Really Liked This Town,,,No One Bothered Him Today,,,
His Horse Was Fed And Watered,,,And He Was On His Way,,,
The Gunslinger Had Got His Wish,,,As He Rode From This Town,,,
He Spent The Entire Day In Peace,,,And Gunned,,,No One Down,,,
And As He Bedded Down,,,For The Night,,,In His Prayers,,,
He Thanked The Good Lord,,,For This Peaceful Day,,,

And He Knew Tomorrow Was Another Town,,,Another Day,,,
And Back To Business,,,As Usual,,,