The New Lawman

The new lawman

The new lawman moves into town
On the edge of the sky, with desert all around
Pretty soon he starts Shootin’ people down
it’s just his job to shoot people down

The new law lived above the saloon
He spat at the moon, he kicked the spittoon
He invited people into his room
Just so he could shoot ‘em down
It was his job to shoot people down

He didn’t ask, he didn’t judge
He hated the town, he bathed it in blood
Men and horses by the pound
It was his job to shoot ‘em all down

He bent the law; he made his own rules
For miners and cowboys; for churches and schools
Rules that no one could obey, he laid ‘em down the lawman way
It was just his job to shoot ‘em all down

The judge and the lawman; the gun and the gown
Made the rules to govern the town
Any one smiled the law came around
It was his job to shoot ‘em all down
It was his job to shoot ‘em all down

Pretty soon Everyone was dead
So the lawman Shot the judge in the head
Then he got on his horse and he rode out of town
He’d done his job To shoot everyone down

The New lawman (sketch for a blues song)

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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