AKA: Ode to the Spaghetti Western
As the church bells toll twelve
Hush falls over the street
The crowd gathers around
In the hot summer heat
How the hell it began
No one really quite knows
There’s a wind from the east
As the tumbleweeds blow
The drifter in black
Six-gun slung at his side
He was just passing through
Just a stop on his ride
Wasn’t looking for trouble
He just wanted a rest
When the sheriff strode up
With his badge on his chest
His breath stank of liquor
He had eyes like a snake
Words got more heated
Was a nasty exchange
Now they stand in the street
Man to man, face to face
Only one way this ends
One ain’t walkin’ away
He’s moving his fingers
It’s a movement so subtle
It was clear right away
Sheriff found him some trouble
In the space of a blink
The gun was up in his hand
Next thing everyone saw
Was another dead man
Sheriff slumped to the ground
Fell down flat on his face
Gun was back in it’s holster
Drifter turned, walked away
When they speak of him now
Tone is hushed ‘hind his back
Today a legend was born
Called The Drifter In Black
© The Beginning At Last
The Beginning At Last 
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