Rode up on my steed, dirty and mean My eyes filled with intent to kill Came in with the dust, a look of disgust The sting of the whip's burning still A crowd of young punks, all getting drunk Think they are fast as can be But what they don't, my guns will show I'm faster than they'll ever be
Sweat pouring out of my face So many years that I've had to wait Now when you're ready to draw Sound of my gun, you're gone!
Drifting around From high plains to town The trail of death leads to me The speed of the hand Is faster than you'll ever live to be
With fire in my eye, I'll make hot lead fly No one's a match for me I'll blow your head off and make sure you're dead Then pillage on your family The scars on my back bring memories back Of hell in a younger year I'll hunt out the best and lay them to rest I am the west's worst fear!
You run but you're too slow You're all out of breath and there's nowhere to go Now when it's your time to die No one will hear your cry!
Drifting around From high plains to town The trail of death leads to me The speed of the hand Is faster than you'll ever live to beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
