Freddy Tönnesen - 4 slugs from a .44 Lyrics

Here lies Lester Moore, four slugs from a .44, no less, no more
I was a Wells Fargo station agent back in Tombstone in eighty-four
Hank Dunstan was a man with a package to collect
But a fight broke out that day, and things took a deadly turn, I recollect
I was just doing my job, serving folks in the desert heat
When the desperado came and challenged me to meet
Four shots rang out, the wind carried the sound away
And in that moment, my life was about to sway
Four slugs from a .44, etched into history's lore
No less, no more, a tale from the Wild West's core
In the land of Tombstone, where the sun beats down
I left this world in a showdown, my fate was bound
I recked this world in the dessert smell
4 slugs or more even sun beets in with a sun lore
Here lies Lester Moore with his legacy in ground
4 slugs from a 44, I left this world in a showdown
Four slugs from a .44, etched into history's lore
No less, no more, a tale from the Wild West's core
In the land of Tombstone, where the sun beats down
I left this world in a showdown, my fate was bound
So when you pass by my grave, remember the story told
Of a man who faced his fate, fearless and bold
Here lies Lester Moore, with a legacy grand
Four slugs from a .44, in the desert sand
Four slugs from a .44, in the desert sand
Four slugs from a .44, etched into history's lore
No less, no more, a tale from the Wild West's core
In the land of Tombstone, where the sun beats down
I left this world in a showdown, my fate was bound