He steps to the middle of the road now,
gun in his his right hand.
Bows his head and tips his hat,
everything has gone as planned.
He's on the ninth step now.
Here comes number ten.
A smile; this heartless oitlaw
will never kill again.
The sun will descend,
a cue for this fight.
A life will soon end,
cue the gunman's fright.
Only one can ride off (x3)
to the sunset tonight.
A click, a bang, a thud. (x3)
The bandit is swimming,
in a pool of his own blood!
Showdown.(x4)