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the gun that won the west - peter skellern lyrics

see the gun that won the west
ride with one of the best
where the buffalo roam
i’m makin’ my home
where the evening sun dies
i’ll be sleeping under indian skies
with the blackfoot and crow
shoshone and cree
where the white man don’t go
that’s where i’ll be
cos the gun in my hand’ll bring
peace to the bad lands

run, frank and jesse james
gonna shoot me down in flames
where the pinkertons fail
i’m blazing a trail
down in abilеne
i’ll be eating my pork and bеans
let the prairie dogs howl
clear a grove on the hill
cos i’m on the prowl
and i’m shooting to k!ll
yeah, the gun in my hand’ll bring
peace to the bad lands
pine scented winds tumble down
from the rockies to the plain
where tall in the saddle
the cattle kings reign
and the weekend cowboy is riding the range
the weekend cowboy is riding the range again

in a hail of flying lead
the daltons all lay dead
in the noonday sun
they fell foul of my gun
pat garrett went and hid
while i walked out to face the kid
where the red river flows
through texas to the bay
from the cold montana snows
to the dust of santa fe
yeah, the gun in my hand’ll bring
peace to the bad lands

- peter skellern lyrics

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