Bounty hunter
Silent stranger
He travels alone under the western sun
Unsafe meetings
Guilty victims
With his right hand he unsheathes his gun
No remorses
He enforces
And kills the fools who stand on his way
Deadly duels
Fast funerals
The undertaker has a lot of work today

No more warning shot
For a few dollars more
He was never stopped
But his pistol still roars
The man with no name

No lost bullets
He reaches the targets
He has your life in his hand
Cold-blooded killer
Merciless reaper
In the desert no one remember his name
Looking for gold
Treasures untold
Graves don't always hide dust and bones
Cemetery unknown
Deads never bemoaned
In Sad Hill he knows the right tombstone

No more warning shot
For a few dollars more
He was never stopped
But his pistol still roars
The man with no name

One man
Standing in front of him
Faith in his ability to kill
Revolver
In his case waiting to shoot
Bury a new corpse in Sad Hill
Bounty
His life has a price
He'll make anything to come through
Too late
A bullet in his heart
The man drags is body as a proof

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