Runs the year 1883 Violence reigns in North America Only the fastest gunmen Will survive one more day People tells in town that you are the best Playing with the guns I wish to look to your eyes and Put a bullet between them The duel is near to start The guns bright like the sun Vultures are on the watch Smelling the blood In the old far west cowboys die at midday The law of the west is the law of the gun A land ready to live where people is free to k** Clock strucks twelve Two shots break the silence. And one of them falls down riding to hell. The young gunman is still alive His gun is throwing blue smoke He is just fifteen. His name is: Bill the Kid In the old far west cowboys die at midday The law of the west is the law of the gun A land ready to live where people is free to k**