This attempt is my best,
Poem of the west,
Some think it's a sin,
My name is Paladin,

When I come around,
And arrive in town,
Things begin to unravel,
I'm Have Gun Will Travel,

A man on the dodge,
Has to watch,
There is no slack,
They'll shoot your back,

Today I got a thrill,
When I met Wild Bill,
I rode into Abilene,
Feeling very mean,

Because of a buffoon,
I met in the saloon,
Something's in my craw,
I'll have to fast draw,

My temper will rule,
I don't suffer a fool,
I feel so alive,
When I draw my Colt .45,

I better shoot to kill,
Or I'll rest on Boot Hill,
I shot him in the head,
Now the fella is dead,

Uh-oh this could how it ends,
He had a lot of friends,
I'm losing hope,
They're carrying a rope,

Hanging tree ain't where it's at,
It's time for me to scat,
Being an outlaw, of course
I have a very fast horse,

Like a bat out of hell,
I'm riding pell mell,
The point might be moot,
A posse is in hot pursuit,

Oops they caught me,
Taking me to the nearest tree,
No more will my spurs jangle,
Cuz from a branch I'll dangle.