He sat in the back, in the dimly lit gloom
Trying to stay out of sight at Brady’s Saloon
One eye was covered with a nasty black patch
He lost it when calling out someone more than his match

He settled in waiting out of the steaming Saturday sun
A beer in one hand, out of habit, the other on his gun
He watched as the afternoon patrons came in
All with a swagger, none with a grin

He listened to old Ned, as he strummed his guitar
And watched as Bessie danced up near the bar
The setting was there, everything right
Just waiting for the players this Saturday night

Four guys sat at the next table, poker the game
Cards being dealt, looking for four of the same
Everyone drinking from whiskey to beer
He watched as the game went into full gear

No one could cheat, not an ace up the sleeve
An unspoken agreement, or your family would grieve
Then the doors to Brady’s swung open wide
The silhouette stood for a moment before stepping inside

He had a cocky swagger as he went up to the bar
In this better light you could see his face wore a scar
He turned with his whiskey glass help up in the air
He wanted every gun fighter to know he was there

The one eyed old guy, sank back in his chair
He smelled it, he felt it, tension filled the stale air
The card players didn’t really pay him no mind
Kept on playing their game looking for four of a kind

The swinging doors opened again to old Brady’s bar
Bessie still dancing to Ned’ s sweet old guitar
A man all dressed in white entered with flair
A wide brimmed white hat covered his hair

He sat down next to the stranger, with his Whiskey glass high
The stranger turned and looked at the Man in white in the eye
I supposed you think you can take me, a good guy in white
To answer him, he tipped his hat, and said I’m not here to fight

He ordered a shot with a chaser of beer
Contented he relaxed, showed no sign of fear
The stranger took this as a personal slight
He was going to take down this man , the good guy in white

The stranger deliberately knocked over the chaser of beer
The good guy in white, said now that wasn’t nice, do you hear
The stranger stood up and took his stance
The old one eyed guy waited for the start of the dance

The man in White, pushed back his stool
Looking straight at the stranger, said don’t be a fool
Do you want this to be your very last day
If so I’ll oblige, have it your way

The Stranger moved closer to the man in white
Said don’t be so sure you can win in this fight
The man in White said let’s take this outside
The Stranger said sure, you’ve no place to hide

Out in the street a crowd suddenly grew
As the door to Brady’s Bar opened everyone knew
A gun fight was brewing in the afternoon sun
To see who was better in using his gun

The Swaggering stranger and the calm man in White
Took twenty paces, each man took his stance ready to fight
The Swaggering stranger crouched a bit, hands on his gun
While the man in White, stood straight ant tall out there in the sun

Old Brady holding a flag, said when I drop this, take your best shot
One, two, three he counted and the flag he let drop
The Swaggering stranger was the first to draw
The man in the White Hat, was the last person he saw

The one eyed old guy never left his chair
He sat there with his beer, showed no despair
The card players kept playing the game on their mind
All of them looking for four of a kind

For this saga that took place outside Brady’s old bar
Was a common thing happening in the west near and far
Every gun fighter dreamed of being the best, a grand reputation
Though they knew the odds, they’d fight the White Hat in sheer desperation

The man in the White Hat, climbed up on his steed
Off he galloped riding into the sunset, having completed his deed
He couldn’t be beaten, no where to be found
Haunting ghostly horse hoofs, drummed on the ground