Gunslingers don’t brag

Whiskey Dick and The Beer Goggles has graciously provided another song for me at my request.  I think he likes me:) Enjoy.

He sits in the corner
His back against the wall
You can’t see his eyes
But you can tell he sees it all
Seems to move real slow
As he’s lifting up the glass
To his lips to let the whisky
Ease the pain of the past
He never has to tell anyone
Who he is or what he’s done
Reputation moves faster
Than the bullets from a gun
If he has a real name
Nobody ‘round here has a clue
They just call him “Gunslinger”
When he’s passing through
He’s the one shot John Barrow
For the bounty on his head
He killed Bingo Freeman
In Bingo’s own bed
The gunslinger faced off with Moses Upham
In the middle of the street

Just a blur and and flash
Then Moses was off his feet

The ‘slinger never has to tell
Nobody what he‘s done.
Words gonna spread it ‘self
And mouth’s are always gonna run
The whispers, they don’t bother him
And neither does the being alone
He can’t have friends because he never knows
When he’ll be asked to call one home
The blood of strangers doesn’t bother him
‘Cuz some men need to die
It’s drawin’ guns on men you know
That eats him up inside
He always takes his drinks alone
Just like he takes his meals and bed
He always having conversations
With the men that he’s seen dead
He never has to tell anyone
Who he is or what he’s done
His reputation moves faster
Than the bullets from a gun