White hats, black hearts

The Marshal was rockin' in the chair
When his deputy arrived
Somethin' was playing on the deputy's mind
His eyes they couldn't lie

The boys, they're askin' questions
Said the deputy with a sigh
How come he's still alive
You know it don't look right

Boy's 'ud sure like to take him down
You only gotta give the word
They're feelin' kinda all riled up
From the stories that they heard

They reckon he's meaner than The Kid
An' Wesley Harding too
He's been runnin' with the James gang
The boys they swear it's true

Folks say he's got a real bad place
Right in the main town square
They tell there's hands an' feet
An' such scattered ever'where

Been told he's cruel to womenfolk
Don't treat 'em like he oughta
Don't let 'em dance or sing or nuthin'
Won't give 'em any quarter

You know, we' been huntin' down your outlaws
In towns where folks didn't seem to pay a mind
How come this real bad hombre
Has lasted all this time?

The boys, they tracked on down The Butcher
Got The Colonel on the run
Let 'em saddle up, head east again
An' end this lousy, lowdown sonofa gun

The Marshal looked up from his desk
Fixed the deputy with a stare
Rose real slow to his feet
While kickin' back his chair

You tell the boys to pipe on down
It ain't their job to think
You take 'em down to Sally's place
An' fix 'em up a drink

Remember this, you listen good
An' keep it kept inside
There's them that is an' them that ain't
An' them that do decide

It don't count if he's bad as bad
Or white as driven snow
The only thing that matters
Is if he's friend.....or foe


Copyright:  Fishylyrics - November 2016

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