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Gray beard (Rogers Kenny)

(RAP) He was nine years old when his folks left HOME ,on a wagon heading west And his Mum and Dad knew he'l grow up bad, BY the mark of the devil on his chect Seventeen, he turned up mean, all he made is death He had a name on a fast gun GAME and they called him devil's kid. Now the kid's name grew and his gun dead too in an Old ghost town of fear Sitting there at the Marshal chair is the one they call Gray Beard He has a DRAWING hand like no other man , he was faster than the eye And there were always plenty of kids about twenty just couldn't wait to die CHOURS (Song) He was a fast gun, Who couldn't make a name couldn't make a furture but Killing was his game. Now the kid said, 'tell where is this man who never feared a gun' Grey beard rised his head and said, 'your're looking at him son' Now the kid tried to staring Greybeard down with eyes like aced up dice Greybeard's frown turned upside down, to a smile as cold as ice. Now the devil KID reached for his gun with a draw as fast as light but he lost the game to a shot that came from somewhere out of sight, And as the kid went down and he hit the ground He thought he lost his mind He heard Greybeard snicker, hell, I was even quicker Before I went stone blind. CHOR fast GUN, Who couldn't make a name couldn't make a future Killing was the game.