A Sheriff's Gotta Do (lyttlejoe)

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A Sheriff's Gotta Do

The die was cast

The fate aligned

3Gun rubbed his troubled mind


Crooks, cheats

Gunfighters and more

He'd left lyin' on the saloon floor


But never

Never a notion

For him to shoot a woman


But here they were

And there were nine

All, killers so inclined


He'd track them down

And hope for arrest

In the end that would be best


But if they chose to fight

And they just might

3Gun would do what was right

And send the lot to a long goodnight


He stood

Checked his guns

It was time to go


He stepped outside

Straightened his hat

And sang over the rainbow

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