Well in Dead Mans Shoe the stagecoach is overdueand all the wagon trains have never made it through .

Since the sheriff was shot and the jail was burnt down ,
there's been one too many gunslingers in this town .

Now when Dead Mans Shoes not big enough for the two ,
somebody has to go ,but the question is who ?

When a man has to do what a man has to do,
at times a man has to die ,
its sad but its true .

On a dusty old street where some gunslingers meet ,
tumbleweeds spin like silver spurs around the feet ,

that rattle like shackles in a slaves ghost town .
The echoes of spent chambers are sent spinning round .

Out in the wild west a smoking gun is the law.
There's no law more or less if you're quick on the draw .

See the six shooters spin through the dust in the wind like the dust among the tumbleweeds that have spinned

Trigger happy fingers don't get you very far ,
take a walk down the street and fall into a bar

where a whiskey on the rocks feels hard going down .

Drinking with all the heroes in a dead end town .

So ride on stranger if you know what's good for you .
You'll not be coming back again to Dead Mans Shoe .

There's no welcome waiting out in the wild west ,
just another fast gun to put you to the test .

By Paul Mc Cann