Of Gold and Guns

Yellow shirt now stands guarding bold the boundaries of hell Fiery winds blow from depths of the south two Colt 45 in hand Under a Stetson hat, watchful eyes are peering at the dawn Ride the wild steed, Dynamite its name two that stand as one Brave man that no one can overcome Tireless sentinel Justice walks these lands And then it takes just the time of a breath before the guns intonate a song of death In a blink of an eye every duel ends A bearer of hope in a lawless far west Chief of Navajo tribe, called by them as "eagle of the night" A dark shadow has settled on your love A fierce vengeance to consume Army of four parts Tiger Jack your brother of blood Carson the old friend who never let you down your son Kit, the little hawk Brave men that no one can overcome Fearless sentinels Justice walks this lands

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

It was the second half Of the nineteenth century The old West story was written With pickaxe and guns. Three brothers born under The star of the law, a shiny one Scene of this battle Was a town named Tombstone Silver and lead were pulled Out with profusion The first came from veins, While the other one from corpses Upright into the gunfights Gunpowder fills the air Bold and without mercy The deadly arm of the law The sun was shining high In the sky that afternoon Dressed in black Four men walked down the road Not a single sound came from the streets, The calm before the storm Thirty gunshots Shook down the Ok Corral Thirty seconds To reap their sinner's souls The scum from Arizona Has been swept out From Cochise county Upright into the gunfights The doctor at his side A brother to avenge The last charge Of Wyatt's Immortals With fire in their eyes And thunder in their hands The last charge Of Wyatt's Immortals

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

A stupid joke has dragged your life Into a hunt and you were the prey Hangin' you it was the plan But first they had to catch you An escape artist Perhaps a steel cell can stop your run Left-Handed Gun An old picture has created a fake tale Terror running down the streets Of Lincoln's county They call you Billy the Kid, A bounty on your head Terror running down the streets Of Lincoln's county They call you Billy the Kid, A killer on the run At that time, justice and law Where so far to be synonymous A bunch of cowboys grab their guns Just a wrongdoing to face toward A furious chase Conducted along a paved road of hate In vengeance's name Righteous lives got blasted by your slugs Terror running down the streets Not afraid to die like a man Fighting as I'm standing above snakes I won't die while crying for my life Crawling in the dust like a dog unarmed Terror running down the streets

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

A nation set on fire A war that has been lost Months spent with bushwhackers, Had forged your skills From Confederate fighter To heroic outlaw The speed of the thunder The eyes of the hawk Icon of the rebels' grudge, Punisher of the Union Your peacemaker deal death To those who stand against you Like a modern Robin Hood Crusader without bless Heal with your bullets The wounded heart of the South Jesse James The ecstasy of gold Runs through your veins Jesse James Your legend has been carved In gold and blood. While the whip was painting Scars of hate on your skin The tears of your mother Were falling harsh Chased by the Union army, Threatened by the Pinkertons Your run had found an end From a cheap shot Icon of the rebels' grudge Jesse James Striking like a storm A thunder in the rain Gazes of marvel follow Your fleeting shadow Hunted by the best ones On barren lands you sleep Gunshots in the distance Then ride into the sunset Ride! Jesse James

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

We're the quiet flow of river the deafening tumble of waterfall the wisdom of the elder white owl the enormous strength of the brown bear We are the harmonious flight of the swallow the implacable swoop of golden eagle the crisp breeze that blows at dawn the lashing storm that sweeps the plain Dancing 'round the sacred tree blood and sweat now soak the ground We thank you for the gift of life bless our people Thunderbird We are the shared ceremonial stone pipe the solemn smoke preluding war the healing sand paintings of our tribe the cold cutting of tomahawk we are the nimble leap of the squirrel the silent snake with deadly bite the lone wolf howling at moon the wild pack going on the prowl Dancing 'round the sacred tree Wearing white we please the spirits tongues of fire bring ghosts to life bless our people Thunderbird Dancing 'round the sacred tree

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Soon winter will fall We can't waste another day From Salt Lake we will leave Head to Californian gold fields A slow draining march On the Old Spanish Trail The wobbling pioneers' wagons Were carrying our hopes Mile after mile With the sunset light in the eyes Our shadows were growing longer Towards the place that we used to call home The promise of a new life Bewitched by the glaring yellow stones Consuming mud and spitting blood To shine that dream of liberty The promise of a new life Bewitched by the glaring yellow stones Consuming mud and spitting blood To turn the page Once left the main road Impatience moves our slow-paced gait Only the bravest dare To climb the arduous Walker's pass Desert in front of us Frost on the snow-capped peaks One last desperate march In the deep valley to avoid death Mile after mile Alone with the burden of many Our shadows were growing longer Towards the place where we can not return The promise of a new life

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

He was born free, wild, among the trees Washed by his father's blood Fed with hate against the white man Revenge at any cost The Great Spirit has touched his fierce soul Now he leads the clans A scarlet shade soon will wet our lands It's pale faces' end Great thunder rides upon your face From the high sky hailstone protects you Hoka hey! The river will turn red Fellows, today is a good day to die Hoka hey! Let's fight without regrets, The Great Spirit embraces us all "My lands are where my dead lie buried" In this you believed Your spirit rides free like the wind Without chains A white owl is watching over you Crazy horse the one who will be carved in stone Hoka hey! The river will turn red

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Every night before bed time My father sang a song that told of his land When he fled the famine and arrived Here in South Dakota, the wild far west He was young, alone in this world For two years the harvest went wrong Winter was knocking angry at the door, But he did not answered and sailed far away. And when the night is crawling dark You feel you're going to fall apart Just close your eyes and don't forget This song I'm singing in your bed Don't be afraid, don't lose control now My voice will guide you through No matter what tomorrow bring ya Their eyes are upon you He has always loved his freedom The herdsman life was made for him He has been charmed by the eyes of a doe And his days of wandering came to an end. Then he opened the barber downtown Evenings spent here at the saloon Whistling this song while coming home Suddenly in the dark he disappeared And when the night is crawling dark

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

A red flag waves in the wind General Sant Anna's army is here Their force exceeded ten times Words have failed We will try with cannon shots Besieged by a rain of bombs No one was killed, we're blessed by God We are too few to succeed But they'll remember the Alamo for sure As united we soar Our rifles will roar The Mexican lead won't tear this wall Side by side With a dream in our heart A newborn Republic will soon arise from us Now they're trying to approach Our requests for help were answered not And we were left here alone To fight a battle that we cannot tell As united we soar Victory or death We know no retreat The Texas Republic will soon be free We've given our lives Pierced by their swords To remind us that blood is the price for freedom

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

It's all the same, only the names will change Everyday, it seems we're wastin' away Another place where the faces are so cold I drive all night just to get back home I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride I'm wanted dead or alive Wanted dead or alive Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days The people I meet always go their separate ways Sometimes you tell the day By the bottle that you drink And times when you're all alone all you do is think I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride I'm wanted (wanted) dead or alive Wanted (wanted) dead or alive Oh, and I ride Oh, and I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride I'm wanted dead or alive I walk these streets A loaded six-string on my back I play for keeps 'cause I might not make it back I been…

Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 14, 2025