The bar was a riot, no man could defy it
And you know what the bartenders' hoping
That the Sheriff would stop by and to his surprise
The tavern doors swung open
The crowd had hushed, as they all rushed
To look at their new guest
All dressed in black with a cowboy hat and a star pinned on his chest
Over the bartenders chin was an ear to ear grin
As a voice behind the sheriff yelled, Draw!
The sheriff shot the guy in the blink of an eye
And that's how you lay down the law
As he walked up to the dead shooter; the former bank looter
He filled his harness with his gun
He whispered out loud, as he turned toward the crowd
"Let this be a warning to everyone!"
He said "You should take some time before committing a crime, to see if it's worth this mess!"
"Cause if you think you can run free you'll answer to me, the Sheriff of this Wild, Wild West."
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Wild Wild West
PoesíaTwo poems that tell a story of a day in the life of a sheriff who just happens to serve in the Wild Wild West.
