If they take up too much on their head
Whenever posses start firing lead
They are there in the red, big, bad and bold
No selfish thoughts about growing old
Anyone name foe, they get them before cock crows.
Thoughts on death row, M16 in tow
They keep extra low
Working extra hard for the little dough
Enough to buy corn to plant one row
Sometime fearless and powerless in the face of danger
They put their trust in the man born in a manger
Opponents they face shoot straighter than Texas Rangers
Shooting ends, discovering brothers are no strangers.
Coroners’ inquest they go next
Shooting have to be legitimate
Less they fail the test and end on death row
Where no sane human being wants to go