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He was 9 years old when his folk left home on a wagon heading westWhen his mom and dad knew he'd grow bad by the mark of the devil on his chestOn 17 he turned up mean, he already made his bidHe had a name in the fast gun gang and they called him “The Devil Kid."Now the kid’s name grew and his gang did tooWhen it all goes town appeared,sitting there in the Marshal’s chairIt’s the one they called “Grey Beard."Did you better quit, while the quitting's good‘Cause it’s always one as biggerThere’ll be one guy with a faster eyeWho’s lighting on the trigger.Let me tell you sonBuy a real fast gun that every outlaw fearsHe made his name in this killing gameIt’s the one they call “Grey Beard.”He had a drawing hand like no other manIt was faster than the eyeAnd there were always plenty of kids about 20Just couldn’t wait to die.He was a fast gun looking to make a nameAnd hooking was his virtue and killing was a game.So the kid said: “Tell me where is this man who never feared a gun”Grey Beard raised his head and said: “You’re looking at him, son”So the kid tried staring Grey Beard down with eyes like ace of diceAnd Grey beard’s frown, turned upside down to a smile as cold as ice.So the devil kid reached for his gun with a draw as fast as lightBut he lost the game to a shot that came from somewhere out of sightAnd as the kid went down and he hit the groundBefore he lost his mind, he heard:Grey Beard snicker, I was even quicker before I went stone blind.Fast gun looking to make a nameAnd hooking was his virtueHe’s killed ace game.
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