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Black Lightn'g

Black Lightn'gTM
 
At midday when the sun was at its peak,
He dared to call him out on to the road.
When shadows from the hot sun refuge seek,
He dared to bait him, heckle him and goad:
"Dumb nigger, some say you're the goddamn best,
The fastest, they say, in the goddamn West.
Well once I've put one slug in that black chest,
They'll bury you on Boot Hill with the rest."
A mute, Black Lightn'g, never said a word
As he walked calmly out to the 
Town square.
But thunder from his Colt was surely heard
As bullets from that barrel cut the air.
And all who watched could catch the fire and smoke
When in reply that black mute clearly spoke!

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