We're even friend They lie in boothills all through the West The outlaws gunslingers Billy Kids and worse Say a fella like coward That shot Bill Hickock back There's always one that every time of history Most them were varmints But once while There may have lived A man He lay face down desert sand Clutching his six-gun hand Shot from behind I thought he was dead under heart an ounce lead spark still burned so used my knife And late night saved life Ringo nursed him 'til danger passed days went by mended fast then dawn setting sun practiced with deadly gun hour on watched awe No human being could match draw One day we rode mountain crest East took to law wore star While spread terror near far With blood gained such fame All they feared name knew someday I'd test Which us would be best sure enough word came holed up town left posse out street alone meet said speed next none lightning had just begun When heard blast stung wrist flying fist looking bore Of 44 say only anyone seen smile slowly lowered me at last understood there good blocked path retreat turned stepped into dozen guns spit fire moment later began shout cheer Nowhere shed tear for story throughout land beaten Ringo's it years made put away grave can't explain tarnished above