Mac Jr. - Wild West
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I lied there on ground after being shot from a pistol round. Smoke blazed up in the air but I didn’t let it get me down. Drew my gun from the hip and all he heard was a single sound.

There ain’t no mercy in the roughest parts or the Wild West. Just grit and hope that the bullet doesn’t hit your chest

I got up and walked it off and didn’t answer when the reaper knocked.
Walked off with a bullet too ‘cause ain’t no one gonna pull it through. Bandits and robbers lurk in alleys of every store clerk. Don’t take it personal, in the Wild West everyone’s a jerk.

There ain’t no mercy in the roughest parts or the Wild West. Just grit and hope that the bullet doesn’t hit your chest

Road to town, my revolver cocked, when I saw a man with twisted top. He had a knife to lady’s throat, said “Gimme your horse or her head is gone. I said, “Sure, the horse in yours, be gentle or he’ll bust you off.” He took my steed and went his way, but he whipped too hard to his own dismay. Flew off and broke his neck, I guess he had to pay for the Devil’s check. I looked down when I heard him say please “kill me please” under his breath. I said “I already did, I trained my horse to know that step.” I left him on ground and didn’t let him have my pistol round. He lied there paralyzed until i hung him up at the hanging site ‘cause there ain’t no mercy for outlaws in the Sheriff’s eyes. Just grit and hope that a bullet doesn’t hit you twice

There ain’t no mercy in the roughest parts or the Wild West. Just grit and hope that the bullet doesn’t hit your chest