A desperado fell on the road today
One more relic consigned to the past
The old school needs another shooter
But they don’t make ‘em like that
anymore
It’s a bio-engineered, money-slick world
Getting ready for its airbrushed
close-up
It ain’t easy for a man with a Chu and a
chaw
And a six-gun on his side
In the saddle every day
Never showing them your fear
Laughing it off in the bar every night
With your whiskey and your beer
Riding the lonely road
To do the thing you love
Hoping you can make it for a little bit
more
Feel that honest sweat on the back of
your neck
Working any angle so they don’t see
You’re not that fast anymore
Whooping it up like a wild coyote
With every stranger at your trailer door
Staring at the ceiling in the dead of
night
At a galaxy of shooting stars
That clear the fences of your quick-draw
nightmares
And leave your boot heels pacing
twilight floors
We all have our demons
Everybody’s got it comin’
This gunslinger kept on ridin’
Toward the sunset in the west
So bow your heads for just a moment
‘Cause a moment’s like a bullet in the
chamber of a gun
And kindly take your hat off for The
Shooter
‘Cause The Shooter surely would’ve done
the same for you.
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