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How about a listing of Gunfighter songs, I am putting together a CD / MP3 player file

I'll get ball rolling with some I like and have

Big Iron by Marty somethingorother

Devil's right hand Steve Earl

Seven Spanish Angels Willie

and who can forget Cow Patti ?

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Marty Robbins:

Running Gun

Billy The Kid

The Streets of Laredo

Billy Venero

Ballad of The Alamo

The Ballad of a Small Man

Tall Handsom Stranger

The Fastest Gun Around

San Angelo

Sundown (The Ballad of Bill Thaxton)

And my favorite Mister Shorty

There are a bunch more by Michael Martin Murphey

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[Tune]

Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun

With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done

The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day

So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray

[/Tune]

Warren Zevon - Roland the headless Thompson gunner

Bon Jovi - Blaze of Glory (not one I like but it came to mind)

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Ghost Riders in the Sky -- Sons of the Pioneers

The Highwayman -- Willie Nelson, etc.

Poncho and Lefty --Willie Nelson, Merle Haggard

North To Alaska -- Johnny Horton

Theme from The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

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THE BALLAD OF IRVING

Frank Gallop

He was short and fat, and rode out of the West

With a Mogen David on his silver vest.

He was mean and nasty right clear through,

Which was kinda weird, 'cause he was yellow too.

They called him Irving.

Big Irving.

Big, short Irving.

Big, short, fat Irving.

The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.

He came from the old Bar Mitzvah spread,

With a 10-gallon yarmulke on his head.

He always followed his mother's wishes,

Even on the range he used two sets of dishes.

Irving.

Big, fat Irving.

Big sissy Irving.

The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.

A hundred and forty-one could draw faster than he,

But Irving was looking for one forty-three.

Walked into Sol's Saloon like a man insane,

And ordered three fingers of two cents plain.

Irving.

Big, fat Irving.

Big sport Irving.

The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.

One day Bad Max happened into town.

His aim was to shoot fat Irving down.

Bad Max said, "Draw, and draw right now!"

And Irving drew, drew a picture of a cow.

Irving.

Big, fat Irving.

Big gunfighter Irving.

The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.

The James Boys was comin' on a train at first sun,

And the town said, "Irving, we need your gun."

When that train pulled in at the break of dawn,

Irving's gun was there, but Irving was gone.

Irving.

Big, fat Irving.

Big help, Irving.

The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.

Well, finally Irving got three slugs in the belly.

It was right outside the Frontier Deli.

He was sittin' there twirlin' his gun around,

And butterfingers Irving gunned himself down!

Irving.

Big, fat Irving.

Big dum-dum Irving.

Big dum-dum dead Irving.

The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.

Really.

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ok well not quite Gun Fighter but then again .

Filter - Hey man Nice Shot

I wish I would've met you

now it's a little late

what you could've taught me

I could've saved some face

they think that your early ending was all wrong

for the most part they're right

but look how they all got strong

that's why I say hey man nice shot

what a good shot man

a man has gun

hey man have fun

nice shot

now that the smokes gone and the air is all clear

those who were right there got a new kind of fear

you'd fight and you were right

but they were just to strongthey'd stick it in your face

and let you smell what they consider wrong

that's why I say hey man nicenice shot

what a good shot man

a man has gun

hey man have fun

nice shot

I wish I would've met you

I wish I would've met you

I'd say nice shot"

then there is

Nickelback - Side of a bullet

Wrote in memory fo DimeBag Darrel Abbot of Pantera

Uncle Sam taught him to shoot

Maybe a little too well

Finger on the trigger, loaded bullet

He hit the stage so full of rage

And let the whole world know it

Six feet away, they heard him say

"Oh God, don't let him pull it"

Please God, don't let him pull it

How could you put us through it?

His brother watched you do it

How could you take his life away?

How could you be so full of hate?

And when I heard you let him die

And made the world all wonder why

I sat at home and on my own,

I cried alone

And scratched your name

On the side of a bullet

And in the wake of his mistake

So many lives are broken

Gone forever from a loaded bullet

And no excuse that you could use

Could pull somebody through it

And to this day so many say

"God why'd you let him do it?"

How could you let him do it?

How could you put us through it?

His brother watched him do it

How could you take his life away?

How could you be so full of hate?

And when I heard you let him die

And made the world

all wonder why

I sat at home and cried alone

and on my own

I scratched your name

On the side of a bullet [X3]

Which both songs are in rotation on the Ipod...

J,kee

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ZZ Top

She likes to shoot her gun,

Shootin' at the target of love.

She likes to load her chamber,

Hot and tight like a black leather glove.

She's a little freak, but she'll take you in.

You might be sittin' at the end of a firing pin.

Gun love, gun love, gun love,

She's a real gun lover,

Gun love, gun love, gun love,

She's a real gun lover tonight.

She's so particular, she likes a Smith and Wesson or Colt.

But she'll give you some lovin' as long as she's cockin' the bolt.

Better hold on when she's up to her tricks

Playin' Russian Roulette but she'll load all six.

Gun love, gun love, gun love,

She's a real gun lover,

Gun love, (gun love) gun love, (gun love) gun love,

She's a real gun lover tonight.

She likes the punch deep down in her pistolero.

Running with the wild bunch, makin' like a Robert Dinero.

She's kinda shy but make no mistake,

She'll shoot you full of love till your love bone aches.

Gun love, gun love, gun love,

She's a real gun lover,

Gun love, (gun love) gun love, gun love,

She's a real gun lover tonight.

She's a real gun lover.

She's a real gun lover tonight.

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Don't forget "The Ballad of Liberty Valance"

The man who shot him was the fastest of them all. :D

I guess I'm old enough to remember, I think, the man who shot Liberty Valance was the "bravest" of them all.

What kind of weirdo is a Gene Pitney fan anyway? I guess I am. :blink::rolleyes::lol:

MLM

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He rode a blazing saddle

He wore a shining star

His job to offer battle to bad men near and far

He conquered fear and he conquered hate

He turned dark night into day

He made his blazing saddle a torch to light the way

When outlaws ruled the west

And fear filled the land

A cry went out for a man with guts to take the west in hand

They needed a man who was brave and true with justice for all as his aim

Then out of the sun rode a man with a gun

And Bart was his name

Yes Bart was his name

He rode a blazing saddle

He wore a shining star

His job to offer battle to bad men near and far

He conquered fear and he conquered hate

He turned dark night into day

He made his blazing saddle a torch to light the way

Gringop

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Before I started this sport, I didn't realize how many references to IPSC escaped me, in popular songs...

For example, 80's New Wave artist Adam Ant sung about the challenges of fixed-position shooting, and difficult classifiers, in his powerful anthem: "Stand and Deliver."

Recently, I learned Sheryl Crow is no fan of shooting minor: in her song "Soak up the Sun," from the album of the same name, she lets listeners know she prefers the heavy metal when she ends the chorus with --

"I'm going to soak up the sun...

Got my .45 on

So I can rock on"

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Not intending to be political... This is the only ammo loading tune I know B)

Sing along

The eastern world, it is exploding

Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’

You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’

You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’

And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’

But you tell me

Over and over and over again, my friend

Ah, you don’t believe

We’re on the eve

of destruction.

Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say

Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?

If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away

There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave

[Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy]

And you tell me

Over and over and over again, my friend

Ah, you don’t believe

We’re on the eve

of destruction.

Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’

I’m sitting here just contemplatin’

I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation.

Handful of senators don’t pass legislation

And marches alone can’t bring integration

When human respect is disintegratin’

This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’

And you tell me

Over and over and over again, my friend

Ah, you don’t believe

We’re on the eve

of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China

Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama

You may leave here for 4 days in space

But when you return, it’s the same old place

The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace

You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace

Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace

And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend

You don’t believe

We’re on the eve

Of destruction

Mm, no no, you don’t believe

We’re on the eve

of destruction.

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