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His silver spurs a jingling
He pushed boldly through the door
An hombre tall and quick
Stalkin’ across the sawdust floor
Old leather chaps
Bound upon his legs,
And his gun hanging low
It was like a tornado
Through the old town about to blow
He was Killer Sam
Don’t berate the name
He could shoot as quick he said
As any in the game
His eyes blue and clear
Looked into my face
If there was any yella there
I saw not a trace
Drinkin` whiskey slow
He watched the swinging door
He spoke no words
He didn’t see us anymore
We could feel
A war would start
If anyone came in
It was like a tornado
Through the town ready to blow
“Time” said Killer Sam
Strolling out the door
We heard a hoof beat
The clock read ten to four
From on the street
A voice did repeat
“I warned you countless times
You’ll die when next we meet”
We crowded the window
Some watched it through the door
The stranger sauntered
Twenty paces or a few steps more
A sombrero
Put his eyes in shadow
He was whistling low
It was like a tornado
Through the town started to blow
“Fill your hand” he said
He leaned into the breeze
It was Sam won the draw
He did that with ease
His gun it barked
And the stranger shot his round
Then Sam turned to us
He fell dead on the ground
His spurs a jingling
Atop the coffin rolling to Boot Hill
He was lowered down
Shovels tossed in the fill
A wooden cross
Got pounded in the ground
The wind it whistled cold
It was like a tornado
That come had ceased to blow
His name was Killer Sam
Don’t berate his name
He could shoot as quick its true
As any in the game
His eyes blue and clear
Had looked into my face
If there was any yella there
I saw not a trace
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