My Name Is Justice by Brenda Sparkman

It was starting to get dark when I rode into town,
the weather turning cold as snow hit the ground.
I knew I would need to find a good place to rest,
tomorrow I would be faced with yet another test.

My name is justice, being a lawman is my trade,
many days facing gunfighters who are not afraid.
Living out the days by the rules of the wild west,
preparing for every fight to show who’s the best.

Strapped tight to their leg their holster with gun,
remaining confident they will never be outdone.
Hardness etched deeply across their rugged face,
always ready for a gunfight, any time, any place.

I finally got my horse bedded down at the stable,
headed for the saloon and found an empty table.
Hungry and weary after riding for so many days,
the life of a lawman is not one filled with praise.

People although thankful stay wary of your life,
when seeing buckled to your belt a Bowie knife.
The wire I received had said to come right away,
knowing I needed to get there without any delay.

A gunfighter scaring everyone in a cattle town,
threatening to shoot the sheriff before sundown.
This gunfighter was not going to be easy to take,
they don’t get their reputations built on mistake.

But my name is justice, I have a reputation too,
challenging me is something not very easy to do.
In the middle of a dusty street a deadly gunfight,
one man laying dead, a town freed now of fright.

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