The Lone Rider's Legend

. Dust was high on the lonesome trail. A cowboy lost

with a ghostly tale. Shadows stretched where the vultures wheel. And the dying

sun burned like steel. He heard the cries of a frightened town.

Bullets rang as the law fell down. Men in masks with their hearts

of stone. Left the streets in a blood red moat. Oh,

the lone rider stood his ground. With a pistol whisper, no

wasted sound. He faced the night, he faced the flame.

And the lost became the legend's name. box struck doom in the banger's