When I wildly stomped into the place
I could read the looks on everyone's face:

There was going to be a shootout;
I was out for blood, for I left no doubt.

I'd been through this kind of showdown before
and I was ready to even the score.

I'll be the one with the notch tonight:
I'm sure to have it before morning's light.

This time it will be him who will fall
and for my mercy be the one to crawl.

Guess he never thought that I'd call him out:
I made my play before he could turn about.

Please forgive me he pleadingly wailed,
expecting me to harken to his tale:

while in supplication of this plea
he was searching for some weakness in me,

but I'd grant no pardon to his story;
allowing for him no blaze of glory.

When I let loose he was caught off guard.
He went down quickly and he went down hard.

Though fast as greased lightning was his draw
my round was fired off before he even saw;

not directed as it were from the hip,
but rather emanating out through my lips.

The fiery bullets of my tirade
had fully blown away the hand he played,

and from my position over him
he knew that his situation was grim.

With his heart lying on that sawdust floor
my memory would prick him forever more.

He would never cheat on me again:
his lying past deeds coming back on him.

My head was held high as I left that place;
accentuated by my smiling face.

For after the proceeding brandishing
there could only remain one last heart standing.