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Dobe Bill, he went a-riding Through the canyon, in the glowOf a quiet Sunday morning From the town of AngeloRidin' easy on that pinto That he dearly loved to straddle,With a six-gun and sombrero That was wider than his saddleAnd he's hummin' as he's goin' Of a simple little songThat's a-boomin' through the cactus As he's gallopin' along:"Oh, I've rid from San Antony Through the mesquite and the sandI'm a rarin', flarin' bucko, Not afraid to play my hand.Well, I'm a hootin', shootin' demon And to have my little funOn my pinto called Apache And Adolphus that's my gun."Well straight to Santa Fe he drifted, And he mills around the townSorta gittin' of his bearin's As he pours his liquor downLetras de cancionesBut he's watchin', always watchin',Every hombre in the place,Like he's mebbe sorta lookin' For some certain hombre's face.Then one night he saunters careless To the place of Monte SamAnd he does a bit of playin' Like he doesn't give a damn.Then all at once it's hushed and quiet, Like a calm before the blow,And the crowd is tense and nervous, And the playin stopped and slow.At the bar a man is standin', Sneerin' as his glances lay,Like a challenge did he fling 'em, Darin' 'em to make the play.Two-Gun Blake, the Texas killer, Hated, feared wherever knownStood and drank his glass of mescal With assurance all his own.Then the eyes of Blake, the killer, Met the glance of Dobe BillAnd they held each one the other With the steel of looks that kill,Then the tones of Blake came slowly, With a sneer in every word"Well, you've found me!" But the other gave no sign he saw or heard.Walkin' calmly toward the speaker, He advanced with steady paceThen he grinned, and quick as lightnin', Slapped him squarely in the face."Shoot, you snake!" he whispered hoarsely. "Shoot, you lily-livered cur!""Draw! You're always strong for killin'; Now I'm here to shoot for her!"Some there was that claimed they saw it, As the killer tried to drawBut there's no one knows for certain Just exactly what he saw;I'll agree the shootin' started Quick as Blake had made his start Then a brace of bullets hit him Fair and certain through the heart.As he fell, his hand was graspin' For the gun he'd got too lateWith the notches on it showin' Like the vagaries of fate.And the man who stood there lookin' At the killer as he layMurmured: "Nell, I've kept my promise. I have made that scoundrel pay!"Then Dobe Bill, he went a-ridin' From the town of Santa FeOn a quiet Sunday morning, Goin' happy on his way,Ridin' easy on that pinto That he dearly loved to straddleWith a six-gun and sombrero That was wider than his saddle,And he's a hummin' as he's goin' Of a simple little songThat's a-boomin' through the cactus As he's gallopin' along:"Oh, I'm goin' down the canyon, Through the mesquite and the sandI'm a rarin', flarin' bucko, Not afraid to play my hand.Well I'm a rootin', shootin' demon And I have my little funOn my pinto called Apache, a-ha, And Adolphus that's my gun." From Letras Mania