Seven Guns of the West

[Intro]
[Whistling]
​[Verse 1]
Down by the tracks where the tumbleweeds roll,
The wind whispers names carved deep in old souls,
Seven men rode where the angels won’t tread,
Fast with their draw, and quicker when dead.
​[Chorus]
Seven guns of the West,
Smoke and thunder in their chests,
They lived hard, they died fast,
But their legends still won’t rest.
From Abilene dust to the Rio Grande,
Blood and whiskey stained their hands —
Seven guns of the West…
Ride again through the sand.
​[Whistling Interlude]
​[Verse 2: Wild Bill Hickok]
Wild Bill sat calm with his cards in a row,
Eyes like a hawk and a hand sure to blow,
He faced down Tutt in the noon-day sun,
One shot fired — and the deal was done.
​[Verse 3: Billy the Kid]
Billy rode young with a devilish grin,
Said, “Ain’t no law gonna box me in,”
Twenty-one notches on a cold Colt’s frame,
Pat Garrett’s bullet spelled his name.
​[Chorus]
Seven guns of the West,
Smoke and thunder in their chests,
They lived hard, they died fast,
But their legends still won’t rest.
From Abilene dust to the Rio Grande,
Blood and whiskey stained their hands —
Seven guns of the West…
Ride again through the sand.
​[Bridge]
[Acoustic Guitar and Whistling Solo]
​[Verse 4: John Wesley Hardin]
Hardin prayed after every man fell,
Said he never shot ‘less he was driven to hell,
Forty men’s ghosts followed close behind,
But he slept with his pistols, peace hard to find.
​[Verse 5: Bloody Bill Longley]
“Bloody Bill” laughed at the hangman’s call,
Killing came easy, he feared no fall,
When the rope came tight, he cursed the sky,
The devil smiled when he heard that cry.
​[Verse 6: Clay Allison]
Clay drank deep ‘til his heart turned mean,
Shot a man dead in a barroom scene,
Then tipped his hat, said, “No offense,”
And rode away through the barbwire fence.
​[Verse 7: Tom Horn & Kid Curry]
Tom Horn’s rifle sang from the hill,
A hired gun paid to kill,
Kid Curry’s rage burned hotter than lead,
Nine lawmen down, now he’s long since dead.
​[Final Chorus]
Seven guns of the West,
Smoke and thunder in their chests,
They lived hard, they died fast,
But their stories still outlast.
From Dodge to Deadwood, they carved their fate,
Cold steel hearts and a twist of hate —
Seven guns of the West…
Ride again through the sand.
​[Spoken Outro]
Out here, a man’s worth ain’t the gold in his hand…
It’s how long the echoes of his gun still stand.
​[Whistling Outro]
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