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Butch Lowe

He lay face down in the desert sand
Clutching his six gun in his hand
Shot from behind I thought he was dead
For under his heart was an ounce of lead
But a spark still burned so I used my knife
And late that night I saved the life of Ringo
Of Ringo
Ringo
Ringo

I nursed him till the danger passed
The days went by he mended fast
And then from dawn till setting sun
He practiced with that deadly gun
And hour on hour I watched in awe
No human being could match the draw 
Of Ringo
Ringo
Ringo

One day we rode the mountain crest
And I went east and he went west
I took to law and wore a star
While he spread terror near and far
With lead and blood he gained such fame
All through the west they feared the name
Of Ringo
Ringo 
Ringo

I knew someday I'd face the test
Which one of us would be the best
And sure enough the word came down
That he was holed up in the town
I left the posse out in the street
And I went in alone to meet
Ringo
Ringo
Ringo

They said my speed was next to none
But my lighning draw had just begun
When I heard a blast that stung my wrist
The gun went flying from my fist
And I was looking down the bore 
Of the deadly 44
Of Ringo
Ringo
Ringo

They say that was the only time 
That anyone had seen him smile
He slowly lowered his gun and then
He turned to me and said "We're even friend"
And so at last I understood 
That there was still a spark of good
In Ringo
Ringo
Ringo

I blocked the path of his retreat
He turned and stepped into the street
A dozen guns spit fire and lead
A moment later he lay dead
The town began to shout and cheer
Nowhere was there shed a tear
For Ringo
Ringo

The story spread throughout the land
That I had beaten Ringo's hand
And it was just the years they say
That made me put my guns away
But on his grave they can't explain 
The tarnished star above the name
Of Ringo
Ringo 
Ringo