Bullet With Your Name on It

Way back yonder in the wild wild west

When men were men and ev’ry day was a test

And cunning and courage... were more than words you say

There lived an old boy named Johnny Welsh

He’d headed out west to make a name for himself

And trouble seemed to follow him... all along the way

It was a hot and dry September day

When Johnny rode into Santa Fe

Looking for someone to fight... and something wet to drink

He walked up to La Paloma Bar

Stepped right through those swingin’ doors

And with his hand on his colt, he gave his speech

He said, “The name’s Johnny Welsh and here it is.

I’m lookin’ for the one they call ‘The Kid’

The chairs slid back as a man... lifted up his head

He wasn’t very big, he was dressed in black

He set something on the table and tilted back his hat

And with a smile on his face... this is what he said...

Here’s a bullet with your name on it

You may think you’re fast, but I’m the fastest you’ve ever seen

Can you hear that, it’s the grave calling out

‘Cause son it won’t be long, if you draw down on me

Now a bead of sweat ran by Johnny’s eye

He wanted fame, but he didn’t want to die

And suddenly he didn’t feel... so tough at all

As he stood there stiff and pale as a ghost

The Kid took a drink, and said, “I don’t mean to boast,

But you can leave here standin’ up, or you can stay and fall

‘Cause I got a bullet with your name on it

You may think you’re fast, but I’m the fastest you’ve ever seen

Can you hear that, it’s the grave calling out

‘Cause son it won’t be long, if you draw down on me

Well Johnny met his end, on the floor, there bleedin’

He was famous now, but for all the wrong reasons

And all that echoes through time are the last words he heard

I got a bullet with your name on it

You may think you’re fast, but I’m the fastest you’ve ever seen

Can you hear that, it’s the grave calling out

‘Cause son it won’t be long, if you draw down on me