This is the story of Two Gun Bob.
Who rode into Tucson to pull a bank job.
He was a fast gun with either hand,
The most feared man in the arid lands.
But he hadn't counted on a real bad day,
The bartender was having across the way.
Shotgun Sam that was his name,
He didn't care for glory or fame.
When Two Gun Bob asked for a drink,
Shotgun Sam obliged the fink.
He sat whiskey down in front of Bob,
Who made fun of Sam, in front of the mob.
Two gun Bob tried to increase his fame,
By calling Shotgun, some ugly names.
Shotgun Bob reached below the bar,
And the shot was heard both near and far.
Two Gun Bob saw his last day,
Cause Shotgun Sam blew him away.
8/21/10 Alton Texas
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