No-Gun Kid ft. Jerry Gordon Lyrics

In the bad old days

In the Wild West

A man of law

Wore a star on his chest

He had a heavy gun

Hanging at his side

And a faithful horse

Who could ride and ride

These men were bold

And fierce and brave

But all too often

Met an early grave

But there was one man who did things

Different than they did

And everybody called him

The No-Gun Kid

The No-Gun Kid

The No-Gun Kid hailed from Abilene

His Pa was mad and his Ma was mean

But he never fought though he did resist

He lived his days as a pacifist

When the bad guys came without fail

He'd shake their hands and talk them into jail

Sure some were stubborn

And raised their guns

But he shamed them by showing

That he had none

He showed a better way

And they did as he bid

And everybody called him

The No-Gun Kid

The No-Gun Kid

The No-Gun Kid grew old and more wise

With an inner light pouring from his eyes

The west had never known such a man

Who filled sinners hearts

Instead of filling his hand

But even great men

Slip this mortal coil

And he passed after seventy years of peaceful toil

Lawmen from all around brought their arms but didn't shoot

In a twenty-one no-gun salute

His story's almost forgotten

But now you know what he did

Now you can tell the tale of

The No-Gun Kid

The No-Gun Kid

The No-Gun Kid

The No-Gun Kid

The No-Gun Kid