He is hell-bent for leather...


Back in the days of old, of the cowboy and western lore
When beer was a nickle and a dollar bought so much more.
Lived a man of great fame, his story stood tall
He was worshiped by many and feared by them all.
A man of grit who made others eat sand
A killer by nature this gunfighting man.
--He is hell-bent for leather and lives for the kill
this warning to all with self-glorifying talk.
--His short-barreled Colts have sent many to boothill
stay clear of the man with a gunslinger's walk!


A drifter is he and travels alone, making his own way around
This man of legend, a reputation precedes him in every town.
Silver spurs that shimmer in a western shine
His gold watch he checks, a quarter past nine.
Cat calls from a stranger that carry his name
This gunslinger's walk unto destiny and fame!
--He is hell-bent for leather and lives for the kill
this warning to all with self-glorifying talk.
--His short-barreled Colts have sent many to boothill 
yet, another awaits this gunslinger's walk!


With the coming of prey, his soul remains bottomless
The gunslinger's eyes then become hard and motionless.
With the sun at his back, a gun strapped to his side
All thoughts become focused, confidence is his guide.
So young is this out-matched and inexperienced man
And death deposits another face down in the sand!
On his Colt, another notch is carved in the handle
In the church, another priest lights one more candle.
--He is hell-bent for leather and lives for the kill
this warning to all with self-glorifying talk.
--his short-barreled Colts have sent many to boothill
none faster than he with a gunslinger's walk! 


Back in the days of old, of the cowboy and western lore
A gunman's fate was his own doing, that and nothing more.
He stood tall in the face of destiny and fame
But was shot down by one with an unknown name.
A lifetime abound within the dust of glory
A killer by nature; and that was his story.
--He was hell-bent for leather and lived for the kill
although the way that he died seemed an unglorified act.
--He amassed thirty-one kills on his way to boothill    
an end to the gunslinger's walk...                     
                             murdered--shot in the back!