Slot Machine: "The Man with No Name"
The lone Vaquero, the desert’s only hero
Standing at the end of the smoking barrel
In dusty chaps and an old sombrero
Picking my teeth with a broken arrow
While I walk with that- wild west bravado
Living the lonely life of a desperado
Gunslinger, one finger to my best revolver
Running from the law on my chestnut bronco
It’s the western motto, I’m wanted dead or alive
Cuz I don’t back down once I get in a fight
It’s a measure of pride, no one’s a faster draw
My hand at my holster will be your last hurrah
Roaming the plains, I make my home on the range
Sleeping with the stars and a smoldering flame
The man with no name, God knows what’ll come next
Waiting for the day I ride into the sunset
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