THE STRANGER

The stranger rode into town
All eyes were upon him
As he climbed off his horse

And headed to the local saloon
His gait was slow and sure
He had a swagger to his walk

All dressed in black
He was tall and thln
He wore a broad brimmed hat, that shaded both his eyes

HIs dark hair, long and wavy
Large silver belt buckle
That caught the sun, and caught the eye

A gun on both hips
With holsters slung low
He was a handsome cut of a man

He stepped inside, and lit a cigar
And all grew quiet
When he approached the bar

"Barkeep" he said with a steely eye
"Whisky," as he laid down two bits

The bartender ventured a question
"What's your name stranger"
"It don't matter", came back the reply

A card game going on in the corner
The stranger asked to join in
"Sure, mister, we'll take your money , and maybe let you win

The stranger sat with his back to the door
The cards were shuffled and cut
Then all were dealt out

Aces and eights. . . . . .
They call me Wild Bill