The Man With No Name

Uno Dos Tres ~ Ya hey!

He rode into town, nobody knew his name
He'd mind his own business, but trouble always came
Sooner or later, the shooting would start
They didn’t know they were messing with the
The man with no name

Always a challenge, with smoke and lead
But ever the challenger, would end up dead
They tried to draw and go in for the kill
But their carcass wound up in Boot Hill

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The man with no name, he'd settle the score
Be brought justice and vengeance for a few dollars more
The high plains drifter was true in his aim
So make no mistake with the man with no name
The man with no name

He rode alone, from town to town
For a fistful of dollars, he'd gun them down
Many a man lay face down in the dirt
There was no regret, only pain and hurt