Sheriff's Last Stand

(hmmm) The shadows grew long in the dry canyon dust

Where the law of the lead was the only real trust

Old Sheriff McRee checked his iron and lead

With a band of twelve outlaws out hunting his head

(ooh) They cornered the courthouse,

they filled up the street

But the lawman walked out on his own steady feet

One man standing tall against the burning western sun He cleared the

whole valley with the barrel of his gun The outlaws all scattered,

their leader went down Now there's quiet again in this sleepy border

town

Their leader, Black Jack,

was the first one to fold

For all of his bragging,

his trigger ran cold

One shot in the chamber,

one flash in the dark

And the Sheriff's old iron-sight hit on its mark

They say that the wind

remembers that day

When the lawmen and outlaws had their final say (ahhhh)

One man standing tall against the burning western sun He cleared the

whole valley with the barrel of his gun The outlaws all scattered,

their leader went down Now there's quiet again in this sleepy border

town

Yeah, the valley is quiet now...