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(Gunfighter) Marta woke me up that night and she began to cryShe tried to tell me once before about another guyShe held a letter in her hand her body shook with fearThe man she left so long ago at last was riding hereNext day the dark eyed stranger came and called me to the yardI'd picked up my rusty gun my blood was pounding hardHe said it let me ride away if I give up my wifeBut if I chose to stay in draw it have to take my lifeGunfighter who is wrong or rightThe man who fights to love or the man who loves to fightI didn't want to fight the man and I didn't want to runBut slowly he began to count and I went for my gunThen out of whip his hand lashed out so quick I couldn't seeBefore I even touched my gun his bullet burdened meI felt my strength go leaking out my eyelids turned to redI watched him aimed the second shot directly at my headJust then I heard my Marta say gunfigter turn aroundShe raised my shotgun to her whip and blew him off to groundGunfighter who is wrong or right...Gunfighter who is wrong or right... From Letras Mania