THE GUNMAN
music ©by mafish, text ©by ralf moß
He came from the east
He was a gunman
A fighter on the dusty streets
A colt in his hand
His hat down over his face
His eyes, small slits
And in any case
So fast he hits
As fast as a flash
He had his gun in his hand
A pull and a gash
In the head of one more man
His profile on the wall
Of every saloon
Everyday a pall
For another goon
Everyday a new
Fighter in his way
Every mile he blows
A dunce into the grave
As fast as a flash
He had his gun in his hand
A pull and a gash
In the head of one more man
But if you are fast
There's always someone faster
Someone to blast
You away and call the pastor
And so the story
Comes to its end
Without any glory
He died with his gun in his hand
Another one fast as a flash
He had his gun in his hand
A pull and a gash
In the head of one more man