From the edge of town his spurs rang jing-a-ling. Sent a shock with every dust cloud step he strode. It's best not to be frightened as I am, I'm still not shivering, My boots aren't shuffling. Staring at a man down the road, quick gunshot shattering, the sound is deafening.
What gave you the right?! What gives me the right?! I'm not gonna take you there tonight Cause I don't have the right...
Through the swinging doors, the music ceased to sound. Damsels clung to banisters all eyes to ground. He said "Where can I find me a drink, in this unholy, wicked, godforsaken town?" He gave the cowered company my name. He had a bone to pick, a score worth settling.
What gave you the right?! What gives me the right?! I'm not gonna take you there tonight Cause I don't have the right...
About faced, turn and draw
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