Spectre of The Gun
They ride in silenceThese dark grim spectre's
Without eyes or fear
Spreading terror by night
Slowly hunting their prey
Ever elusive ghosts
Never waning from their task
Still seeking out bandits
Watching over the land
These ten apparitions
Just out of reach
Until they strike
Then their attack is swift and quick
Former lawmen in life
Banded together in death
Wandering the prairie
In search of wrong doers
So don't fool around
Stay out of trouble
Or you may find
Fast behind on your tail
A very odd posse indeed
These dark desperate
Spectre's of the gun
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