SIX GUN SAM

Travels the land, on his own he stands,

Gun for hire, if the price is right, he’ll kill any man.

A lonely road for a heartless soul,

You get what you get when sin is your gold.

He passes through most any town,

He’s six-gun Sam, someday a stranger will shoot him down,

Lay him in the ground.

A sad life indeed, he’s got no family,

Not a friend to his name, when he dies, no man will stand at his side.

Who will remember six-gun Sam,

The man who died with a gun in his hand.

Keith Garrett