《The Killer》歌词

[00:00:00] The Killer - Cisco Houston

[00:00:04] Dobe Bill, he went a-riding

[00:00:06] Through the canyon, in the glow

[00:00:08] Of a quiet Sunday morning

[00:00:10] From the town of Angelo

[00:00:14] Ridin' easy on that pinto

[00:00:16] That he dearly loved to straddle,

[00:00:18] With a six-gun and sombrero

[00:00:20] That was wider than his saddle

[00:00:24] And he's hummin' as he's goin'

[00:00:26] Of a simple little song

[00:00:28] That's a-boomin' through the cactus

[00:00:29] As he's gallopin' along:

[00:00:35] "Oh, I've rid from San Antony

[00:00:37] Through the mesquite and the sand

[00:00:38] I'm a rarin', flarin' bucko,

[00:00:40] Not afraid to play my hand.

[00:00:44] Well, I'm a hootin', shootin' demon

[00:00:46] And to have my little fun

[00:00:48] On my pinto called Apache

[00:00:51] And Adolphus that's my gun."

[00:00:56] Well straight to Santa Fe he drifted,

[00:00:58] And he mills around the town

[00:01:00] Sorta gittin' of his bearin's

[00:01:02] As he pours his liquor down

[00:01:06] But he's watchin', always watchin',

[00:01:07] Every hombre in the place,

[00:01:10] Like he's mebbe sorta lookin'

[00:01:12] For some certain hombre's face.

[00:01:18] Then one night he saunters careless

[00:01:20] To the place of Monte Sam

[00:01:23] And he does a bit of playin'

[00:01:25] Like he doesn't give a damn.

[00:01:28] Then all at once it's hushed and quiet,

[00:01:31] Like a calm before the blow,

[00:01:33] And the crowd is tense and nervous,

[00:01:34] And the playin stopped and slow.

[00:01:40] At the bar a man is standin',

[00:01:42] Sneerin' as his glances lay,

[00:01:44] Like a challenge did he fling 'em,

[00:01:46] Darin' 'em to make the play.

[00:01:50] Two-Gun Blake, the Texas killer,

[00:01:51] Hated, feared wherever known

[00:01:54] Stood and drank his glass of mescal

[00:01:57] With assurance all his own.

[00:02:02] Then the eyes of Blake, the killer,

[00:02:04] Met the glance of Dobe Bill

[00:02:07] And they held each one the other

[00:02:09] With the steel of looks that kill,

[00:02:13] Then the tones of Blake came slowly,

[00:02:15] With a sneer in every word

[00:02:17] "Well, you've found me!"

[00:02:19] But the other gave no sign he saw or heard.

[00:02:26] Walkin' calmly toward the speaker,

[00:02:29] He advanced with steady pace

[00:02:33] Then he grinned, and quick as lightnin',

[00:02:35] Slapped him squarely in the face.

[00:02:39] "Shoot, you snake!" he whispered hoarsely.

[00:02:41] "Shoot, you lily-livered cur!"

[00:02:43] "Draw! You're always strong for killin';

[00:02:45] Now I'm here to shoot for her!"

[00:02:50] Some there was that claimed they saw it,

[00:02:52] As the killer tried to draw

[00:02:55] But there's no one knows for certain

[00:02:57] Just exactly what he saw;

[00:03:01] I'll agree the shootin' started

[00:03:02] Quick as Blake had made his start

[00:03:04] Then a brace of bullets hit him

[00:03:06] Fair and certain through the heart.

[00:03:13] As he fell, his hand was graspin'

[00:03:14] For the gun he'd got too late

[00:03:17] With the notches on it showin'

[00:03:19] Like the vagaries of fate.

[00:03:23] And the man who stood there lookin'

[00:03:25] At the killer as he lay

[00:03:27] Murmured: "Nell, I've kept my promise.

[00:03:31] I have made that scoundrel pay!"

[00:03:36] Then Dobe Bill, he went a-ridin'

[00:03:39] From the town of Santa Fe

[00:03:42] On a quiet Sunday morning,

[00:03:44] Goin' happy on his way,

[00:03:48] Ridin' easy on that pinto

[00:03:49] That he dearly loved to straddle

[00:03:51] With a six-gun and sombrero

[00:03:53] That was wider than his saddle,

[00:03:57] And he's a hummin' as he's goin'

[00:03:59] Of a simple little song

[00:04:01] That's a-boomin' through the cactus

[00:04:03] As he's gallopin' along:

[00:04:09] "Oh, I'm goin' down the canyon,

[00:04:11] Through the mesquite and the sand

[00:04:12] I'm a rarin', flarin' bucko,

[00:04:14] Not afraid to play my hand.

[00:04:18] Well I'm a rootin', shootin' demon

[00:04:22] And I have my little fun

[00:04:24] On my pinto called Apache, a-ha,

[00:04:29] And Adolphus that's my gun."