Untamed as the
wild frontier

Lusty, raw,
wild

were her black
stallion kisses..

A desert demon..

Intensely, she awaits
my arrival

Off the hot
desert trail

I road into
town

To tired to
talk

Hating the thought
of what I
had to do

To tired to
shoot the
sherrif

Tomorrow would
take care
of that..

As I road past
the post office,
an old timer
shouted, 'Hey
mister, You fixen
to shoot the
sherrif?'

I didn't bother
to reply

Just kept ridin'
toward the
saloon

Everybody knew
the sherrif
needed killin'

And no one knew
it better than
me

I checked my
six gun

Three bullets
left

three would
do it..

Nobody ever knew
where the sherrif
came from

Went only by
one name everyone
feared

The name..
Black Vale

I tied my horse
to a splintered
post at the
blacksmith shop

She turned the
corner and a
red sun shone
on her devilish
grin

My parched throat
torn between
knockin' back
a brew or burying
my face in her
silk scarf

I chose the
scarf..

It was a stampede
of lust

a night unbridled
as the naked desert

Still..there was
the sherrif, and
at mornin' light
I strapped on
my gun

No words were
spoken

As my lover
slept, I took
out my six gun..
spun the chamber

Pointing the gun
at my lovers
heart..

I fired three
shots

Finally she
was dead

She was the
sherrif

She was..

Black Vale..