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