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letra de the search - lorne greene

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the bar room was quiet, and smoke filled the air
a young fellow was dying with no one to care
i held him in my arms, a sad sight to see
hear my story, he said, ‘fore you bury me

when i was a boy i saw my father die
by the gun of a man with a scar across his eye
and i swore that when i was full grown
that i’d k!ll that man with a gun of my own

i spent the years working, working day and night
learning how to shoot, and learning how to fight
the word got around, oh it was known by all
they knew i drew fast, they knew i stood tall

when the time was right, i left my town
to search for the man that gunned my pa down
i rode through the night, i rode without stop
i rode without rest, ’till i thought i would drop

then i heard that a man with a scar had been seen
in some god-forsook town, north of abilene
i knew at last, i would see justice done
and if pa was alive, he’d be proud of his son

when i rode through that town, every man turned away;
they could see by my face there was devil to pay
i got off my horse and went into the bar
and standing right there was the man with the scar
he looked straight at me, my mouth went dust-dry
he said, “what is it son?” i said, “you’re gonna die!”
but as i went for my gun, a bullet hit my chest
and the last thing i saw was a star on his vest

that was the story he whispered to me
it’s funny how foolish some men can be
and strange, i thought, as i buried him that day
how men, without knowing why, throw their lives away

- lorne greene

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