The Judge
Another western song I wrote. Typically I write about outlaws and the suchlike, but this one's about a bounty hunter nicknamed "The Judge." I was going to write a very, very long song, about seven verses or so, explaining his real name, where he grew up, etc. Though I think I'd like to make a series of songs about The Judge. We'll see how it goes. This one's very catchy.
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In den Warenkorb
Wunschliste
I heard a story 'bout a man
Chased Hickok out Cheyenne
Too good not to be real
'Bout how Wild Bill don't stand a chance
Shot a fella 'cross the saloon
While he was playing stud
Then threw the barkeep two bits
Said "I'm sorry 'bout the blood"
Then the ladies all spoke up
They said, "There goes the Judge"
(Chorus)
Here comes the Judge
And he wants to hang 'em high
That poster's got two options
But he won't take 'em in alive
Schofield's lightning and a deadshot
When push it comes to shove
Ain't no posse even Pinkertons
Makes 'em run like the Judge
One I seen with my own eyes
Four Rancheros in disguise
But you only heard one gun
A dio mio, they all died
An outlaw had his Springfield pulled
Aimed at the Judge just like a fool
Poor fella lost his head
He took his horse and rifle too
When people saw him in the mud
They said, "There goes the judge"
(Chorus)
He's tracking bounties place to place
Just hope he don't hold your face
'Cause there ain't nowhere you can hide
A forty-five is now your fate
He'll shoot the wings off of a fly
Still have five shots to win the fight
If you feel lucky 'nough to pull
First bid your loved ones a goodbye
They'll be holdin' them a grudge
Sayin' "There goes the Judge"
(Chorus)
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