Now here lies a tale of three lone outlaws
Chained to the game they were bound
A long way from home they were facing
As they traveled through unknown ground
Pos:
We were on our way back to the New York act
Sunrise in the sky giving me eye
Long trails ahead, horse needs to be fed
Stumbled on a town built upon ground soaked in bullets and blood
The best that murderous slain
Wanted by the law man so the draw hand is ready
Catch the local steady looking but they silent threat caused no fret
Mase lit the blunt with style and said
[Mase - inhaling] "this fire's ?, stick around for a while"
So they climbed down from their saddle
Will all eyes a comin'
Like drifters, their face stone hard
The ways of a man can always be tested
So through the whispers they rode on guard
Pos:
Never felt such a warm welcome as this
We need to venture into these parts more often
Mase:
Hold your horse, we've been in worse one-horse towns than this
I'll tell you one thing, I can go for a gut walla right now, and have a hog killin time
Pos:
Well there's a saloon over there to the left
Pos & Mase: Right next to the bank!
Make way to the saloon it's not even noon
It's packed bending elbows tossing them back
Bar keep slid us two Jacks and one Jill comes over for the thrill (hi stranger)
I told her how I steal the show there for a day to lean on
She was keen on my advance but Mase glanced at a storm a brewin'
His eyes motion me to look West
See a poker game going towards the favor of a stranger
He wins, it ends with holes in his chest
Dave:
Now when it comes to a dice game, yeah I'm your Huckleberry
I buy and short cause cars are my kryptonite
A round table of high bind is all broke
A fifth of tobacco, whiskey, and all smoke
The proper canvas for a ham sandwich
I'm all excessive, but they don't seem to take kind to jokes
I had that glare in my eye, nose down
Full house, Jackson Fives; Motown
Their eyes harbored malice
Their breaths wreaked of envy
A showdown would be set for noon
In the eyes of the township
All bear witness
To the gambler who met his doom
Wait a minute Jingler
He's cheating
He's sliding cards
He sure is
Nobody slides cards on tumbleweed baker
That's right TB
Stop saying that! they'll think I'm a lunger
Listen boy, there's only one way of settling this in these parts
Showdown, high noon
Now it is a cowboy, there lies a pasture
10 cent man takes with the of expense 10 steps
A mind never taught me to show my best kept
So a secret and a lie; peas in the pod
I'm lightning on the draw and there's fire in this rod
In my will to tarnations my death should be avenged
A funeral's a testament; let's see who attends
Small church in Gotham laid down with gems in my eyes
I snap back in my boots, is this the end?
Are you ready to die, boy?
Not today
When that clock strikes noon, draw, dead man
When the troubles of the land
Grab hold round the mountains
Valleys seem to swallow you whole
Grab your reigns and let your courage
As stories to remember
The pasture will soon unfold
Unfold
Unfold
May they unfold
Unfold
May they unfold
Unfold
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