The man with no name

I heard a forlorn whistle from a train

Then appearing from the haze

I saw the man with no name

Walking headlong this way

And as the wind whistled and howled

I saw his grizzled face wearing a permanent frown

As marched towards this misbegotten town

There was a storm following behind him

Rolling in that was frightening

But the man with no name was cool and was calm

And was strong and determined

He was fearless and armed

The man with no name was hear to cause bad men real harm

And purify this place of brutal wicked souls

The man with no name is centuries old

He comes out of the ghostlands

And into the badlands once again.

And when he is done will return there again.

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