In the dusty streets, where the shadows lie
There's a man who walks, with a cold, steel eye
He's the talk of the town, a legend untold
With a hand on his Colt, and a heart made of gold

They call him the Gunslinger, king of the West
With a steady hand, he outdraws the rest
Don't let his silence fool you, boy
When the showdown comes, he's the real McCoy

He's a man of few words, but his deeds are loud
In a world of chaos, he's the one unbowed
When the law can't stand, and the outlaws reign
He steps into the fray, and brings the pain

They call him the Gunslinger, king of the West
With a steady hand, he outdraws the rest
Don't let his silence fool you, boy
When the showdown comes, he's the real McCoy

With the Sun setting low, and the wind in his face
He's the master of time, the keeper of pace
With a flick of his wrist, and a spark in his eye
The villains all fall, and the innocents sigh

They call him the Gunslinger, king of the West
With a steady hand, he outdraws the rest
Don't let his silence fool you, boy
When the showdown comes, he's the real McCoy

So if you find yourself in a lonesome town
Where the law's run dry, and the Sun's sinking down
Look for the man with the shadowed brow
The Gunslinger’s here, and justice is now