The rebel walks into town
the dust flies all around
whispers about the rebel
who walks into town without a care
wearing black boots and a cowboy hat
reeking havoc throughout the West.
A brave soul walks out of the barbershop
and faces the gunslinger
draws his gun but he's no match for the famous gunfighter
he lays on the ground in a puddle of his own blood
the gunslinger walks over the man
and heads towards the saloon.
A hush falls over the crowd as they stare
they stare at the gunfighter who killed their man
they watch as the gunslinger orders a shot of whiskey
then stare in awe as the gunfighter's hat is removed
long brown hair is revealed
and they find out, the gunslinger is a woman.
She takes her shot of whiskey and turns around to face the people
her stare dares anyone to come closer
nobody moves, the saloon keeps an eerie silence
as the gunslinger orders another shot
the bartender looks at her quizzically
asks "ma'am, are you sure you want another?"
She replies, "didn't I say I wanted another?"
her thick, sultry Southern draw
a voice the people have never heard before
they continue to stare as she downs her next drink
and until she gets up, they remain silent
as she leaves the barstool, they watch.
She reaches the door and turns around
nods her head and leaves the town
on her white stallion with her golden saddle
leaving the West with a tale to tell
one that'd be told years after her time
the legend of Miss Gunslinger.
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