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.
fauxcroft 
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