The Stranger, Pt. 1

An old saloon walls painted mud In walked a stranger with a hat and a gun And a shiny gold badge hunting for a man on the run He asked the barkeep if he had seen A gambling outlaw, hateful and mean Wanted for murder way deep down in New Orleans He's gotta scar upon his face and a crooked smile A dirty ole beard and a glassed over eye Running like hell with the devil so close behind The barman quietly pointed away Said this fella just rolled in here yesterday Sat down to play faro with his pistol hanging by his side...