High noon gunfight time
My arm & hand are ready
To win a combat
I got 12 aces in my pockets
They will rip you apart
Sweat is flowing on our faces
The Heat is on one of us
Will die & it will not be i
Fight to death with no meaning
Chorus: Cowboy won his game Cowboy got his fame
Victory is mine
I tricked death
I feel fine
Bullets did there work
I am your new hero
Before that nothing zero
Glory is showing its pride
On my horse i ride
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