I rode into town
My guns shining
In the afternoon sun
Little weasel eyes disappears
Scarttered all over the ground
As soon as my huge body appears
Wild Bill is here
Have the saloon to myself
Besides a brave few
Who will I play cards against
Surely no criminal will be left behind
Take my gun out
Put on the table
Look everyone in the eye
And says
It's me Wild Bill
Don't want no trouble
Made one mistake that day
Instead of sitting in the corner
I sat with my back facing
The enemy coming from the doorway
Ideal time for Jack MCcall
To shoot me in the back
And boast afterwards
I killed Wild Bill
But like a coward
He never said
i shot a man in his back
Moral of the story
If you have enemies
Always face them from the front
Just, , , , , never turn your back
Because Cowards
You will always get
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