Waco
Composer(s): Hal Blair; Jimmie Haskell
Performer(s): Lorne Greene
Waco, yeah
He stood tall with heavy guns that tied down at the thigh
Gunmen knew that to test his draw was to pick your time to die
Even an outlaw deadly mean, the ones that you been said
But now a bad gringo has done his best and he was the law instead
Waco, Waco
People moved away from him, his smile was grim and cold
The badge he wore was a mockery to the notches on his soul
Was he good or was he bad, even Waco didnt know
The girl he loved was promised now, so which way would he go
Waco, Waco
The hour was getting closer and the odds were mighty long
His life would be the forfait if he decided wrong
He whose God would not be his, what was he fighting for
The people of a little town that couldnt despise him more
Waco, Waco
No more time he must decide, some thought he might have prayed
He checked his guns then faced the speed, a decision had been made
There was a dignity about him, a somber look of doom
The people that were in his way moved back and gave him room
Never had he faced such odds, hed never learned upon
He had loved and now hed die with his only friend the gun
A solemn lonely figure moving up the dusty street
A solitary target for the fate he was to meet
Waco (Waco), Waco (Waco)
With a roar the fight exploded, his big guns cut him down
That day will be remembered as long as theres a town
The people saw one gunman stand and fight an outlaw band
He gave them the courage they had lost and they backed him to the man
Waco
Now his job was finished here
As he slowly turned away, a hand reached out and touched his arm
And a gentle voice said : stay
The girl hed loved forever was standing at his side
And the real man that was Waco lived, and the outlaw Waco died
Waco, Waco, (Waco, Waco, Waco), yeah
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