His holster is
brand new
but his gun
has been around
a very long time
full of bullets
they come out
speeding to the target!
his trigger finger
stays alert
he smokes
a big long cigar
as the shoeshine boy
shines his boots
he likes to have
them shiny
and looking good
for the crowd
he put one bullet
in the lawman
and another one
he buried
in the ground!
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