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.