Fistful Dollars

Redwest

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Where is the low trick in our world
When we see both families against each other
Someone makes a bet, someone complains
But none say his real name.
That man before our eyes
Has the face of your friends
But he’s a stranger gunman.

Hide out man with no name

You will always love him and die for him
You can make it for faith and you can’t see
He makes it for a fistful dollars
And they will capture and torture him
But in the end the stranger will escape
And they’ll set afire themselves.

Hide out man with no name