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| Pete Atkin sings
Stranger In Town by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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I never will remember how that stranger came to town He walked in without a swagger, got a job and settled down The place would have seemed the same without him And now I can't recall a thing about him He didn't wear a poncho or a gun with a filed sight And he wasn't passing through like a freight-train in the night He rarely wore a stetson with a shadowy big brim And I still can't be sure if he was him From Kansas to Wyoming, from Contention to Cheyenne His name meant less than nothing and it didn't scare a man So folks didn't worship him or fear him And I can't remember ever going near him He didn't tote a shotgun with the barrels both sawn off So people didn't hit the deck or dive behind a trough He walked the street in silence ignored on every side And it's doubtful if he could even ride I never could remember how that stranger met his death He was absolutely senile, and with his dying breath He forgot to ask his womenfolk to kiss him And afterwards they didn't even miss him | |||||
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