THE GUNSLINGERS

He wore cowboy boots and a stetson hat 
He rode into a town on a horse both ugly and fat 
He then went to the bar and ordered a beer 
The locals looked at him with trepidation and fear 

The cowboy answered to the name of Jim 
He spoke with a southern drawl and his body was slim 
"We don't want any trouble here" the barman said 
At that precise moment in walked Fred 

Jim and Fred looked at each other up and down 
One would end up the best gunslinger in this town 
In a flash the contest was done 
Jim was the quickest to draw his gun 

For Jim proved to this town he was the best 
For Fred it was a gravestone and would be laid to rest