Outlaws and Gunfighters

In a smoky bar down a lonesome road. Where the outlaws

gather to share their load. Whiskey flows like the tales they tell,

of gunfighters, glory, and the deaths of hell.

The pianos playing that mournful tune. Echoes of battles beneath the pale moon.

These shadows of men, a dangerous breed. With hearts as wild as the

horses they breed. Outlaws and gunfighters, dancing with fate. A life of rebellion,

it's never too late. Underneath the stars, where the lost souls roam.

Whiskey and outlaws, they call this place home. With a six-shooter strapped tight to