And behold a cowboy came into town, dirty and worn.
He had Black eyes, long hair and lines that cut deep into his frown.
He had the right hand of the devil strapped tightly to his side.
And you could tell fear abandoned this outlaw in a previous life.
He had the story of whisky on his breath and death in his eyes.
You never heard him say a word, but the pistol shot straight through the lies.
Looking for the new world going from dead town to town.
But his compass is cracked and north is six feet underground.