Throughout the tales of the west so wild
There is a man who has us beguiled
From Kansas trails and Arizona's dust,
A lawman and buffalo hunter we entrust
From boxing matches to frontier towns,
He wore no crown but earned renown.
A man of justice, firm and strong,
Wyatt Earp found where he belonged.
Wyatt Earp, the man, the name,
A frontier hero etched in flame.
A badge on his chest, the past in his eyes,
Justice was his anchor, though the cost was high.
Not for glory, not for fame,
But for a promise tied to his aim.
Wyatt carried the weight of wrong and right,
In the darkest hour, he found his fight.
The cattle's roar gave way to streets,
Dodge City's chaos beneath his feet.
Through the smoky air, where danger meets,
His steady hand ensured defeat.
But not all battles came with cheers,
The badge he wore, a weight of years.
With every outlaw who faced his fears,
The man grew weary of blood and tears.
Wyatt Earp, the man, the name,
A frontier hero etched in flame.
A badge on his chest, the past in his eyes,
Justice was his anchor, though the cost was high.
Not for glory, not for fame,
But for a promise tied to his aim.
Wyatt carried the weight of wrong and right,
In the darkest hour, he found his fight.
In Tombstone's dusk, where tensions climbed,
The gunfire cracked, and the world was primed.
A thirty-second clash defined the time,
Yet left him bound to a life of crime.
Not by theft or plunder's thrill,
But by revenge's heavy will.
He chased the ghosts he couldn't still,
A vendetta ride, so cold, so shrill.
But the badge grew heavy, the West changed,
The stories grew as Wyatt became estranged.
From Arizona's heat to Alaska's gold,
He chased the dream, the tales retold.
A gambler's hand, a lawman's creed,
A legend born from grit and need.
Though time may fade the desert sands,
Wyatt Earp's tale forever stands.
Wyatt Earp, the man, the name,
A frontier hero etched in flame.
A badge on his chest, the past in his eyes,
Justice was his anchor, though the cost was high.
Not for glory, not for fame,
But for a promise tied to his aim.
Wyatt carried the weight of wrong and right,
In the darkest hour, he found his fight.
In the whispers of the desert breeze,
Through tales of gamblers and lawless seas,
Wyatt walks where justice sees,
A reckoning bound to history's keys.
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Throughout the tales of the west so wild
There is a man who has us beguiled
From Kansas trails and Arizona's dust,
A lawman and buffalo hunter we entrust
From boxing matches to frontier towns,
He wore no crown but earned renown.
A man of justice, firm and strong,
Wyatt Earp found where he belonged.
Wyatt Earp, the man, the name,
A frontier hero etched in flame.
A badge on his chest, the past in his eyes,
Justice was his anchor, though the cost was high.
Not for glory, not for fame,
But for a promise tied to his aim.
Wyatt carried the weight of wrong and right,
In the darkest hour, he found his fight.
The cattle's roar gave way to streets,
Dodge City's chaos beneath his feet.
Through the smoky air, where danger meets,
His steady hand ensured defeat.
But not all battles came with cheers,
The badge he wore, a weight of years.
With every outlaw who faced his fears,
The man grew weary of blood and tears.
Wyatt Earp, the man, the name,
A frontier hero etched in flame.
A badge on his chest, the past in his eyes,
Justice was his anchor, though the cost was high.
Not for glory, not for fame,
But for a promise tied to his aim.
Wyatt carried the weight of wrong and right,
In the darkest hour, he found his fight.
In Tombstone's dusk, where tensions climbed,
The gunfire cracked, and the world was primed.
A thirty-second clash defined the time,
Yet left him bound to a life of crime.
Not by theft or plunder's thrill,
But by revenge's heavy will.
He chased the ghosts he couldn't still,
A vendetta ride, so cold, so shrill.
But the badge grew heavy, the West changed,
The stories grew as Wyatt became estranged.
From Arizona's heat to Alaska's gold,
He chased the dream, the tales retold.
A gambler's hand, a lawman's creed,
A legend born from grit and need.
Though time may fade the desert sands,
Wyatt Earp's tale forever stands.
Wyatt Earp, the man, the name,
A frontier hero etched in flame.
A badge on his chest, the past in his eyes,
Justice was his anchor, though the cost was high.
Not for glory, not for fame,
But for a promise tied to his aim.
Wyatt carried the weight of wrong and right,
In the darkest hour, he found his fight.
In the whispers of the desert breeze,
Through tales of gamblers and lawless seas,
Wyatt walks where justice sees,
A reckoning bound to history's keys.
There is a man who has us beguiled
From Kansas trails and Arizona's dust,
A lawman and buffalo hunter we entrust
From boxing matches to frontier towns,
He wore no crown but earned renown.
A man of justice, firm and strong,
Wyatt Earp found where he belonged.
Wyatt Earp, the man, the name,
A frontier hero etched in flame.
A badge on his chest, the past in his eyes,
Justice was his anchor, though the cost was high.
Not for glory, not for fame,
But for a promise tied to his aim.
Wyatt carried the weight of wrong and right,
In the darkest hour, he found his fight.
The cattle's roar gave way to streets,
Dodge City's chaos beneath his feet.
Through the smoky air, where danger meets,
His steady hand ensured defeat.
But not all battles came with cheers,
The badge he wore, a weight of years.
With every outlaw who faced his fears,
The man grew weary of blood and tears.
Wyatt Earp, the man, the name,
A frontier hero etched in flame.
A badge on his chest, the past in his eyes,
Justice was his anchor, though the cost was high.
Not for glory, not for fame,
But for a promise tied to his aim.
Wyatt carried the weight of wrong and right,
In the darkest hour, he found his fight.
In Tombstone's dusk, where tensions climbed,
The gunfire cracked, and the world was primed.
A thirty-second clash defined the time,
Yet left him bound to a life of crime.
Not by theft or plunder's thrill,
But by revenge's heavy will.
He chased the ghosts he couldn't still,
A vendetta ride, so cold, so shrill.
But the badge grew heavy, the West changed,
The stories grew as Wyatt became estranged.
From Arizona's heat to Alaska's gold,
He chased the dream, the tales retold.
A gambler's hand, a lawman's creed,
A legend born from grit and need.
Though time may fade the desert sands,
Wyatt Earp's tale forever stands.
Wyatt Earp, the man, the name,
A frontier hero etched in flame.
A badge on his chest, the past in his eyes,
Justice was his anchor, though the cost was high.
Not for glory, not for fame,
But for a promise tied to his aim.
Wyatt carried the weight of wrong and right,
In the darkest hour, he found his fight.
In the whispers of the desert breeze,
Through tales of gamblers and lawless seas,
Wyatt walks where justice sees,
A reckoning bound to history's keys.
Writer: Benjamin Sturge
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC