It was half past noon

When I entered the saloon,

Already it’d been quite a day

Up at four

Straight out the door

None dare stand in my way.

I got a gun on my hip

A stiff upper lip

Solitude is the price to pay

For none dare talk

They long to walk

And most already ran away.

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