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