Thrilling Days of Yesteryear
Wednesday, April 05, 2006Gene Pitney, R.I.P.
When
The women folk would hide
They’d hide
When
The men would step aside
Because the point of a gun
Was the only law that
When it came to shooting straight and fast
He was mighty good
From out of the east a stranger came
A law book in his hand
A man
The kind of a man the west would need
To tame a troubled land
‘Cause the point of a gun
Was the only law that
When it came to shooting straight and fast
He was mighty good
Many a man would face his gun
And many a man would fall
The man who shot
He shot
He was the bravest of them all
The love of a girl can make a man
Stay on when he should go
Stay on
Just trying to build a peaceful life
Where love is free to grow
But the point of a gun
Was the only law that
When the final showdown came to pass
A law book was no good
Alone and afraid she prayed that he’d
Return that fateful night
Ah, that night
When nothing she said could keep
Her man from going out to fight
From the moment a girl gets to be full grown
The very first thing she learns
When two men go out to face each other
Only one returns
Everyone heard two shots ring out
The shot made
The man who shot
He shot
He was the bravest of them all
The man who shot
He shot
He was the bravest of them all
To the man who laid down a soundtrack to my life with “Twenty Four Hours From Tulsa,” “
(Thanks to Bill Crider for the heads up.)
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