(Spoken): They lie in Boot Hills all through the West… the outlaws, the gunslingers, the Billy-the-Kids, and worse. Say a fellow is a coward that shot Bill Hickok in the back. There’s always one like that in every time of history. Most of them were varmints. But, every once a while in one of them, there may have lived a man.
He lay face down on the desert sand,
Clutching a six-gun in his hand,
Shot from behind, I thought he was dead,
For under his heart was an ounce of lead,
But a spark still burned, so I used my knife,
And late that night, I saved the life
Of Ringo
Ringo
Ringo
I nursed him ‘till the danger passed,
The days went by, he mended fast,
Then from dawn to setting sun,
He’d practice with that deadly gun,
And hour and hour I watched in awe,
No human being could match the draw
Of Ringo
Ringo
Ringo
One day we rode the mountain crest,
And I went east, and he went west,
I took to law, and wore a star,
While he spread terror near and far,
With lead and blood, he gained such fame,
All through the West, they feared the name
Of Ringo
Ringo
Ringo
I knew some day, I’d face the test,
Which one of us would be the best,
And sure enough, the word came down,
That he was holed up in the town,
I left the posse out in the street,
And I went in alone to meet
Ringo
Ringo
Ringo
They’d said my speed was next to none,
But my lightning draw had just begun,
When I heard a blast that stung my wrist,
The gun went flying from my fist,
And I was looking down the bore,
Of the deadly .44
Of Ringo
Ringo
Ringo
They say that was the only time
That anyone had seen him smile,
He slowly lowered his gun, and then,
He said to me, “We’re even, friend,”
And so, at last, I understood,
That there was still a spark of good
In Ringo
Ringo
Ringo
I blocked the path of his retreat,
He turned and stepped into the street,
A dozen guns spit fire and lead,
A moment later, he lay dead
The town began to shout and cheer,
Nowhere was the shed of tear,
For Ringo
Ringo
The story spread throughout the land,
That I had beaten Ringo’s hand,
And it was just the years, they say,
That made me put my guns away
But on his grave, they can’t explain,
The tarnished star above the name
Of Ringo
Ringo
Ringo
Ringo
Ringo