Pistolero

Wedded to your gun,
always on th run,
Pistolero — Pistolero.
Pistolero you feel no fear,
though many nights you know death is near
Pistolero you’re doomed to fall,
lonelines is the greatest fear of all.
Pistolero no time for love
there’s just one thing that you thinking of
another fight and another thrill,
another notch on your gun for another kill.
Pistolero your only friend,
is a gun that’s gonna be your end,
but way down deep you in your heart you know,
your stallions tears are the only tears that’ll fall.
Pistolero your gun is cold,
your bloody story has been told.
Your last reward is the endless sleep
in a lonely hole that’s six feet deep.