The Killer (杀手) - Cisco Houston

Dobe bill he went a-riding

Through the canyon in the glow

Of a quiet sunday morning

From the town of angelo

Ridin' easy on that pinto

That he dearly loved to straddle

With a six-gun and sombrero

That was wider than his saddle

And he's hummin' as he's goin'

Of a simple little song

That's a-boomin' through the cactus

As he's gallopin' along

Oh I've rid from san antony

Through the mesquite and the sand

I'm a rarin' flarin' bucko

Not afraid to play my hand

Well I'm a hootin' shootin' demon

And to have my little fun

On my pinto called apache

And adolphus that's my gun

Well straight to santa fe he drifted

And he mills around the town

Sorta gittin' of his bearin's

As he pours his liquor down

But he's watchin' always watchin'

Every hombre in the place

Like he's mebbe sorta lookin'

For some certain hombre's face

Then one night he saunters careless

To the place of monte sam

And he does a bit of playin'

Like he doesn't give a damn

Then all at once it's hushed and quiet

Like a calm before the blow

And the crowd is tense and nervous

And the playin' stopped and slow

At the bar a man is standin'

Sneerin' as his glances lay

Like a challenge did he fling 'em

Darin' 'em to make the play

Two-gun blake the texas killer

Hated feared wherever known

Stood and drank his glass of mescal

With assurance all his own

Then the eyes of blake the killer

Met the glance of dobe bill

And they held each one the other

With the steel of looks that kill

Then the tones of blake came slowly

With a sneer in every word

Well you've found me

But the other gave no sign he saw or heard

Walkin' calmly toward the speaker

He advanced with steady pace

Then he grinned and quick as lightnin'

Slapped him squarely in the face

Shoot you snake he whispered hoarsely

Shoot you lily-livered cur

Draw you're always strong for killin'

Now I'm here to shoot for her

Some there was that claimed they saw it

As the killer tried to draw

But there's no one knows for certain'

Just exactly what he saw

I'll agree the shootin' started

Quick as blake had made his start

Then a brace of bullets hit him

Fair and certain through the heart

As he fell his hand was graspin'

For the gun he'd got too late

With the notches on it showin'

Like the vagaries of fate

And the man who stood there lookin'

At the killer as he lay

Murmured nell I've kept my promise

I have made that scoundrel pay

Then dobe bill he went a-ridin'

From the town of santa fe

On a quiet sunday morning

Goin' happy on his way

Ridin' easy on that pinto

That he dearly loved to straddle

With a six-gun and sombrero

That was wider than his saddle

And he's a hummin' as he's goin'

Of a simple little song

That's a-boomin' through the cactus

As he's gallopin' along

Oh I'm goin' down the canyon

Through the mesquite and the sand

I'm a rarin' flarin' bucko

Not afraid to play my hand

Well I'm a rootin' shootin' demon

And I have my little fun

On my pinto called apache a-ha

And adolphus that's my gun