Killers

A pall of dust rises from the east Four riders approaching - horses underneath Each man has his hand on his gun As the sleeping village rose to meet the sun Don't want those kids in this place What they have done is a disgrace Too much evil in their eyes Shoot first, then ask why Black Jack Tillin' was looking for killing Quick draw McGraw was ready to draw And nobody stood a chance As the undertaker took his stance Don't want those killers in this town Death and destruction all around Too much evil in their eyes Shoot first and then ask why The man in black pointed his gun to the corner And smiled for the parents who would mourn her The Killer rode out of town Their murdered victims twisted on the ground