Yo, Billy's the name
Gunslinging's the game
Riding down the street
On a horse with no name
I've got the sun in my eyes
And a gun on my hip
But don't you call me yellow
Or I'll be pulling it quick
.
My reputation proceeds
I'm a straight shooter you see
But speed is what a gunslinger needs
.
I may be just a kid
But I've got skills you wouldn't believe
I'd be pulling out that gun
Aim, Cock, Fire
Before you could blink
.
They say I'm the best
Let's put it to the test
Let's go, doc holiday
.
They call me the Doc-Tor
And I've got a shot for
Billy the Kid
He's just a crack pot
Too afraid to trade shots
So I saved him a slot
After my holidays
.
Hay, I'm the cactus kid
If you wanna get fast
You need to practice kid
Yanking and pulling and grabbing that gun
Aiming and cocking and firing
done
.
They call me Hopp-Along
I'll shoot you in the face
And walk-along
I became a killer
When a bullet went a stray
Leaving me a cripple
And my mother did that day
.
My name is Wyatt Erp
They made me the law
Because I've got the fastest draw
Doesn't even matter what you pull
If the guns come out
You'll end up in the dirt
.
This is Jessie
And James
Shooting off guns
And robbing trains
Living in the fast lanes
Hiding our loot
We don't play
Robbers to the grave
.
It's kind of sad
That with people like these
The West was won
At the business end
Of a gun