Madman Jack

He came riding in,
With the setting sun.
Out of breath,
He was on the run.
Tall and handsome,
His features built.
Pressed with fear,
He was loaded to the hilt.
Come again, play some more.
He`s quick to tell you what`s in store.
Live hard, die fast, a gunmans creed.
Death`s in his eyes, his voice you heed.

Madman Jack,
His story I tell.
Three steps from living,
One foot in hell.
No turning back,
The deed is done.
Madman Jack,
He was on the run.

The bullet in his side,
Didn`t tell the tale.
Riding through the streets,
From the gates of hell.
Defending the honor,
Of a maiden so fair.
The ice of her eyes,
The gold of her hair.
Come again, play some more.
He came in heeled to do the chore.
Live hard, die fast, a gunmans creed.
No time to lose, no time to bleed.

Madman Jack,
His story I tell.
Three steps from living,
One foot in hell.
No turning back,
The deed is done.
Madman Jack,
He was on the run.

Drinking in a bar,
Down in Ft. Cheyenne.
Ace of spades,
Eluding his hand.
Two hands up,
He drew the last card.
Old Lady Luck,
Played real hard.
Come again, play some more.
Lady Luck had set the score.
Live hard, die fast, a gunmans creed.
Her brother Fate, ate the cards that he`d need.

Madman Jack,
His story I tell.
Three steps from living,
One foot in hell.
No turning back,
The deed is done.
Madman Jack,
He was on the run.

He was quick on the draw,
And the first to shoot.
But against three men,
He had nothing to lose.
The first shot rang out,
And found it`s mark.
As that man fell,
It all went dark.
Come again, play some more.
He took it in stride, that`s for sure.
Live hard, die fast, a gunmans creed.
Even outnumbered, Jack died on his feet.

Madman Jack,
His story I tell.
Three steps from living,
One foot in hell.
No turning back,
The deed is done.
Madman Jack,
He was on the run.

Old Lady Luck,
She shed not a tear.
Her brother Fate,
Turned a deaf ear.
A man so proud,
Died that day.
With a smile on his face,
I heard people say.
Come again, play some more.
Death knocked hard, he opened the door.
Live hard, die fast, a gunmans creed.
With the Reapers hand he took the lead.

Madman Jack,
His story I tell.
Three steps from living,
One foot in hell.
No turning back,
The deed is done.
Madman Jack,
He was on the run.
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Posted: Jun 2009

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