Charley Red

Oh, Charley Red Oh, Charley Red Three men on horses riding in from the west Six shooters at their hips and shiny stars on their vests that read "Marshal" They called the Marshal on Ol' Charley Red Charley was the devil by any other name He took the souls of fellas out on the plains of Oklahoma In Oklahoma he left a sea of dead He didn't do it for the money or for the goods he stole His only joy in life was putting men in the hole He didn't want women, he didn't drink or smoke Each bullet in his chamber was to claim another soul Oh, Charley Red Oh, Charley Red The Marshals called out Charley into the public square Out manned and out gunned Charley didn't stand a prayer, but he showed up With his pistols drawn The Marshals gave Ol' Charley until the count of ten To throw away his weapons, if he didn't then they'd have no choice But to gun Ol' Charley down Charley raised his pistols and fired each six shot He fired until the barrels on his pistols grew hot The Marshals returned fire with no fear in their eyes Their horses stirred and kicked up dust into the empty sky Oh, Charley Red Oh, Charley Red Soon the dust had settled and fell down to the ground And there laying dead in the middle of the town were the Marshals Killed by Ol' Charley Red There were no signs of Red, no signs of blood or retreat Nor were there tracks left by his feet leaving Where the Marshals had fell They say Ol' Charley Went on back to Hell Oh, Charley Red Oh, Charley Red