• Alone he walked clad in black, Between the belt and the skin,
    A revolver in the small of his back.

    Revenge is bitter-sweet as they always say, For him quite the treat on this blood soaked day.

    The law in the town, dirty as it's roads, in a pile of dirty cash, the sheriff just floats.

    With one boot to the door, 3 men hit the floor. The sheriff, and his deputies, breath no more.

    Revenge is bitter sweet, the outlaw now claims, as he sits all alone in a cell, counting blood stains.

    (Moral of the story.....Forget everyone else' trifling bullshit and live your life. Don't dwell on the past, it will bite you in the a**.)