| Sundown at the edge of town
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| A dark figure approaches
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| He needs no introduction
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| Everyone knows who he is
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| They say he shot a man dead in San Antone
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| And two more in Memphis
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| Deeds are the measure of a man
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| So don’t take your chances
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| When Six Gun Sal rides into town
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| Nobody wants to be around
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| Shut your mouth, forget what you saw
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| It’s Six Gun Sal, return of the outlaw
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| Return of the outlaw
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| Return of the outlaw
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| Weathered skin and a heart of stone
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| A lonely desperado
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| Cold black eyes with deeds to match
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| His grit is not bravado
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| When Six Gun Sal rides into town
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| Nobody wants to be around
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| Shut your mouth, forget what you saw
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| It’s Six Gun Sal
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| Rumor travels faster than sound
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| Cross him boy and you’ll be in the ground
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| His fuse is short and he’s quick on the draw
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| Six Gun Sal, return of the outlaw
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| Return of the outlaw
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| Return of the outlaw
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| When Six Gun Sal rides into town
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| Nobody wants to be around
|
| Shut your mouth, forget what you saw
|
| It’s Six Gun Sal
|
| Rumor travels faster than sound
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| Cross him boy and you’ll be in the ground
|
| His fuse is short and he’s quick on the draw
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| Six Gun Sal, return of the outlaw
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| Return of the outlaw
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| Return of the outlaw |