Out he went with his dream to make the changes
And strapped to his waist was the old 45.
The star he wore was made of tin but his heart was gold
And from that heart his dream stayed alive.
But on that day when the sun stood still and the birds ceased their song
He drew that old black powder Colt a millisecond too long.
Oh it discharged a chunk of lead alright, about 250 grain,
But after one small ricochet it landed in his brain.
The whole town mourned for weeks and weeks o’er the grave up on boot hill,
“Here lies the man with heart of gold, and head with leaden pill.”
He may have been right you know, his heart and all that stuff,
But being the fastest draw in the West does not mean you’re so tuff.
He should made the ones he loved a safe place for to lodge,
Instead he spent his days in the sheriffs office in the the city they call “Dodge”.
Dodge he did, all his life, the bullets, cursings, kids and wife.
He was was known for keeping law, but his home was always absent, “Paw”.