While making the rounds around town The sheriff out of boredom fired his gun in the air All the towns people screamed out They all were scared
The sheriff, laughing while he does it Spits on the ground as he revels in the sound All madmen wear uniforms Some even wear blue & gold crowns
He made his way back to the station There wasn't anyone there cept' him And one lonely prisoner named Jim His face painted with a shade of grim
He asked, "You hear that shot?" And the sheriff only gave him a grin The prisoner confused went back to bed Thinking to himself he'd rather be dead
The sheriff went to his desk and threw up his feet His body was aching as his eyes seemed to creak He put his pistol on the table without a sound And wondered about all the people within the town
"What are they thinking, those little folk?" "That someone got killed and no one's around?" He chuckled to himself and looked at his gun Thinking that people are never much fun
In the morning he woke with a start in his chair His mouth was dry as he stroked his beard hair He looked to the prisoner who was still fast asleep All alone in the world with no one to meet
Then suddenly, a rock flew through the window Crashing and splintering the quiet, cool morn Jim jumped up like a shot from a gun As the sheriff looked out to see a crowd had formed
He buckled up his pants and ran outside He had no idea what was going on this time The people were shouting, screaming, hollering Blood thirsty and mad, they sure were bothered
The sheriff called out, "What is the meaning of this!" The people roared, "We all know what you did!" The sheriff's face flushed red and he ran inside "There's no way I'm getting away from this crime.
The sheriff saw His gun resting on the desk One way to escape with only one risk Jim watched the sheriff advance for his weapon And he knew exactly what he was thinking
Jim called out to him,"Stop, it ain't worth it!" The sheriff only laughed, "This will be my curtains." He pulled the trigger and a shot silenced the crowd Every person froze, even the sheep and the cows
The crowd in their violence turned on one another Blaming each other for the death of Jonathan Cubberd The town was lit up and the buildings all burned down Not a soul trusted each other without the sheriff around
Jim, in his cell, was the only one to survive He nearly starved before he discovered the key He walked out to see the town all in ruins The townspeople laid quiet, their blood barely flowing
He took the sheriff's horse that was tied in the back With a whip and squeal, he slapped his *** with a crack And into the horizon ol' Jim did run Escaping to the west toward a rising red sun