Grey Beard

He was nine years old when his folks left home On a wagon headin' west And his mom and dad knew he'd grow up bad By the mark of the devil on his chest Seventeen he turned up mean He had already made his bid He had a name in the fast gun game And they called him the "Devil Kid" Now the kid's name grew and his gun did too When an old ghost town appeared Sittin' there in the marshall's chair Was the one they called "Grey Beard" "Kid, you better quit while the quittin's good Cus there's always one that's bigger There'll be one guy with a faster eye Who's lightning on the trigger Let me tell you, son, about a real fast gun That every outlaw feared He made his name in this killin' game He's the one they call "Grey Beard" He had a drawin' hand like no other man It was faster than the eye And there were always plenty of kids about twenty Just couldn't wait to die He was a fast gun Lookin' to make a name Quikin' was his virtue Killin' was the game So the kid said, "Tell me Where is this man who never feared a gun?" Grey Beard raised his head and said "Your looking at him, son." So the kid tried staring Grey Beard down With eyes like ace up dice And Grey Beard's frown turned upside down To a smile as cold as ice So the Devil Kid reached for his gun With a draw as fast as light But he lost the game from a shot that came From somewhere out of sight And as the kid went down and he hit the ground Thought he had lost his mind He heard Grey Beard snicker "I was even quicker before I went stone blind" Fast gun Lookin' to make a name Quikin' was his virtue He was killed at his game