after he had a whiskey
at the Stony Creek saloon
the cowboy rode out
to face his high noon
with a Winchester rifle
stowed in his saddle pack
he rode along
the timbered mountain track
by a bluff clearing
he sighted a camp fire
which signaled to him
that it was Jake Maguire
he called out his name
saying your days in sun are over
I'm going gun you down
before the day is over
with his Winchester primed
and ready to blast
the cowboy shot Maguire
lightning fast
there was no high noon
contest on that summer day
as into the sun set
the cowboy rode away
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
after he had a whiskey
at the Stony Creek saloon
the cowboy rode out
to face his high noon
with a Winchester rifle
stowed in his saddle pack
he rode along
the timbered mountain track
by a bluff clearing
he sighted a camp fire
which signaled to him
that it was Jake Maguire
he called out his name
saying your days in sun are over
I'm going gun you down
before the day is over
with his Winchester primed
and ready to blast
the cowboy shot Maguire
lightning fast
there was no high noon
contest on that summer day
as into the sun set
the cowboy rode away
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