They tried to hang'em high
But it just didn't stick
The man without a name
got a fire place lid.
I know what you're thinking
did he fire 5 or 6
Well do you feel lucky punk?
Well do ya?
(Chorus)
I got a fist full of dollars
The other on a whiskey bottle
You tyring to run and hide to save your tail
But, why do you even bother
The Pale Rider, Josie Wales the man without a name
The characters may change but the end is all the same
Genuine tale of the American western scene
Filmed in Italy
(chorus)
Can't hide in San Fran from Mr Callihan
He's the bottom line. He's the one. He's the man
I need 3 coffin or maybe more
My mistake make it four
(Chorus)
Spittin and drinking and shooting at them all
We all got coming kid we're all gonna fall
Dress in leather with boots and a poncho to his need
Even though it's a hundred degrees.
bjorn on
Tue, Apr 1, 2008 @
09:00 AM UTC
LOVE the lyrics, man! This VERY GOOD stuff! Exactly my feel when I wrote the tune :)
Rock On
B
Danno on
Tue, Apr 1, 2008 @
09:51 AM UTC
Cool. Glad you like it. I used up all my Clint Eastwood knowledge writting it. I had to look up a couple things on Youtube.
bjorn on
Tue, Apr 1, 2008 @
09:53 AM UTC
hahaha good work, man!
Will brush up my playing and remix this one a bit when I get a little time.