Runs the year 1883
Violence reigns in North America
Only the fastest gunmen
Will survive one more day

People tells in town that you are the best
Playing with the guns
I wish to look to your eyes and
Put a bullet between them

The duel is near to start
The guns bright like the sun
Vultures are on the watch
Smelling the blood

In the old far west cowboys die at midday
The law of the west is the law of the gun
A land ready to live where people is free to kill

Clock strucks twelve
Two shots break the silence.
And one of them falls down riding to hell.

The young gunman is still alive
His gun is throwing blue smoke
He is just fifteen. His name is: Bill the Kid

In the old far west cowboys die at midday
The law of the west is the law of the gun
A land ready to live where people is free to kill

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