Grim Reaper's Pattin' My Head

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© JodyTripp
The clock strikes High Noon.
Either face the man or run.
Stand there starin' in his eyes.
Hand restin' on my gun.

Slowly back up ten paces.
Sun burnin' down.
They say I've got the fastest draw
in this whole damn town.

We both feel the twitchin'
in our hands.
Reflexes like a cat.
That's the law of the land.

We both draw and shoot.
Undertaker seein' dollar signs.
I think I'm headed for
a box made of pine.

Lyin' on my back.
The dirt's turnin' red.
Talkin' to my Maker.
Grim Reaper's patting my head.