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Lookin’ out across this town,
Kind o’ makes me wonder how,
All the things that made us great,
Got left so far behind.
This used to be a peaceful place:
Decent folks, hard working ways.
Now they hide behind locked doors,
Afraid to speak their mind.
Chorus:
I think we need a gunslinger,
Somebody tough to tame this town.
I think we need a gunslinger,
There’ll be justice all around.
Someone let the fences go,
Wild-eyed bunch moved in, ya know,
Shootin’ up the streets shoutin’, “Everybody down,”
The dogs all runnin’ loose.
Wrecked the paper, closed the school,
Tired old judge got roughed up too.
No one left to make a stand;
They whisper, “What’s the use?”
Chorus:
Solo:
Chorus: x2
Outro:
Ending:
[Thanks to drawlr for corrections]
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