Kenny Rogers - Grey Beard lyrics

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He was 9 years old when his folk left home on a wagon heading west

*And* his mom and dad knew he'd grow bad by the mark of the devil on his chest

*Seventeen* he turned up mean, he already made his bid

He had a name in the fast gun *game* and they called him “The Devil Kid."

Now the kid’s name grew and his *gun* did too

When *an old ghost town* appeared,

sitting there in the Marshal’s chair

*Was* the one they called “Grey Beard."

*Kid,* you better quit, while the *quittin's* good

‘Cause there's always one *that's* bigger

There’ll be one guy with a faster eye

Who’s lighting on the trigger.

Let me tell you son

*about* a real fast gun that every outlaw *feared*

He made his name in this killing game

*He's* the one they call “Grey Beard.”

He had a drawing hand like no other man

It was faster than the eye

And there were always plenty of kids about 20

Just couldn’t wait to die.

He was a fast gun looking to make a name

And *quickin'* was his virtue and *killin'* was *the* game.

So the kid said: “Tell me where is this man who never feared a gun”

Grey Beard raised his head and said: “You’re looking at him, son”

So the kid tried staring Grey Beard down with eyes like *ace-up* dice

And Grey beard’s frown, turned upside down to a smile as cold as ice.

So the *Devil Kid* reached for his gun with a draw as fast as light

But he lost the game to a shot that came from somewhere out of sight

And as the kid went down and he hit the ground

*Thought* he lost his mind.

He heard Grey Beard snicker I was even quicker before I went stone blind.

Fast gun looking to make a name

*Quikin'* was his virtue

*He was* killed *at his* game...

Thanks to Jim Parker for these lyrics