Lawman <br />six gun <br />by your side <br />badge on chest <br />horse to ride <br /> <br />You scour the badlands <br />far and wide <br />for those who kill <br />and steal <br /> <br />No place to run <br />no place to hide <br />you’ll find them no matter <br />where they ride <br /> <br />Thru ‘injun country <br />you thread real low <br />make sign of peace <br />where ‘eer you go <br />you speak their talk <br />you make their sign <br />to survive this land <br />you respect their kind <br /> <br />You carry Colt <br />Winchester long <br />and when you aim <br />death sings his song <br />for your eye is steady <br />your hand is quick <br />few have your speed <br />to make it stick <br /> <br />And when they tire <br />you still move in <br />you never stop <br />‘til they give in <br />and if they don’t <br />they’ll be dead by dawn <br />slung over their horse <br />to hell <br />passed on <br /> <br />So tell me lawman <br />star on chest <br />of all your kind <br />who was the best?<br /><br />jon gutmacher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lawman-in-the-old-west/
