It was about time I feel,
For a western poem that’s real,
These men were tougher by far,
Than any silver screen star,
 
The shootist with most skill,
 Seems to have been Wild Bill,
But I’ve heard a report,
It was really Luke Short,
 
Many have sworn,
It was Tom Horn,
Or the atrocious,
Curly Bill Brocius,
 
Maybe by jingo,
It’s Johnny Ringo.
Hardin made them weep,
He shot a snorer asleep,
 
There is a chance,
It’s Butch and Sundance,
Their shots weren’t in a hurry,
The gang included Kid Curry,
 
It’s good Doc was Wyatt’s pal,
‘Cuz he needed help at OK Corral,
Bat Masterson’s real test,
Who’s fastest pen in the west,
 
What remains to be seen,
How shady was Judge Roy Bean
It would be very insane,
Not to include Calamity Jane,
 
 
Nobody alive ever saw,
Buffalo Bill fast draw,
A coward was Billy the Kid,
From Pat Garrett he hid,
 
This is the end of my tale,
It’s time to hit the trail,
Buckaroos don’t fret,
This is as far as I’ll get.