Rex Marksley
Finest marksman in the west
Rex Marksley
When it came to gun slinging he was the best
Rex Marksley at an younger age
shot holes in cans without a missin'
sadly they were in the pantry
so beans painted the whole darn kitchen
His parents then let him shoot
the empty cans out on their fence
but Rex trick shot out all the nails
so out the fence all their cows went
His father cried
Rex Marksley
Finest marksman in the west
Rex Marksley
When it came to gun slinging he was the best
Rex Marksley was a tinkerer
an engineer extraordinaire
He made quick-reloading gadgets
so he could fire non-stop with panache and flare
He became a gun for hire
and a hero whereever he roamed
he disarmed forty bandits one time
with two gunshots all on his own
Rex Marksley
Finest marksman in the west
Rex Marksley
When it came to gun slinging he was the best
He had heart and a righteous stand
and they tell of his stories across the land
He jammed the guns that fired his way
by shooting bullets into their barrels they say
He shot lightning from his hands with a miraculous invention,
and zapped that evil demon train back to it's own dimension
That giant copper ore golem, oh it was a fright,
till Rex projectiled pick axes with dynamite
He fought the corrupt Rattlesnake King and it hissed in agony,
then Rex taught all the jackalopes to yodel in harmony
Here we go now!
Rex Marksley rode across the West bringing justice to the land
He tamed enormous vultures, reined and flew them with one hand
All the women blushed and fainted when Rex winked his eye
and the bad guys always fell to their demise
The man was a legend and hero through and through
and Rex was a friend to the battered and the bruised
He had seen a lot of wonderments in his glory days
and he died an old man alone on the prairie they say
Rex Marksley
Finest marksman in the west
Rex Marksley
When it came to gun slinging he was best
Yeehaw, yeehaw
Yehaw!
Bang bang!