Blue Sun

Spaghetti Western

Well you see in all the western movies cowboys and indians
In a shadow dance in darkened theatres
They ride their ponies cross the windswept prairie just to
Die in gunfights in tragicomic agony

Ayyy-ay Grab your guns or reach for the sky
Ayy-ay Over the badlands we'll ride
Let's ride

There's all the cliche characters you'd expect to see
From Hollywood's movie machine
There's Doc and Clem and Billy Joe
Who dies in the very next scene
Over in the barroom the shooter who has lost his nerve
Buys whiskey for every man
And in the corner the card shark Billy Joe
Slips another ace into his hand

Ayyy-ay Slack rope and hang those bastards high
Ayy-ay Over the badlands we'll ride
Let's ride

My dad said 'My son, when you pull your gun, you kill a man'
That's the unwritten law
When that stranger in the barroom offered me an insult
I cut him down before he could draw

Ayyy-ay Slack rope and hang those bastards high
Ayy-ay Over the badlands we'll ride
Let's ride!