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BUZINA DO DESANDE - MC ALEMÃO  MC VITORIOSO   Dj Winchester   Dj Slk Sucessada

Some men choose the plough
We choose the gun
One for all and all for one, into the sun
My dinner's cold the whiskey's warm
I'm far from done
The devil called, we answered
Cry havoc, his favourite son

This western plain sat waiting
for the death we brung
Brother wolf and sister moon
Their law undone
Pray you never meet me
On the highway, one on one
The devil called we answered
Cry havoc, his favourite son, ooh yeah
His favourite son, yeah

Well, it's only fair
Yes, you had to stare
Gonna feel the flame
And my Winchester steel
Ain't no crying man
But an outlaw planned
You can judge my name
But you've dreamed the same
Well, it's only fair
Yes, you had to stare
Gonna feel the flame
And my Winchester steel
Ain't no crying man
But an outlaw planned
You can judge my name
But you've dreamed the same

Well, the lawmen ride to hang us high
For the deeds we done
Bloody Sunday robbery
And we're on the run
The bounty on our heads may grow
But they ain't ever won
The devil called, we answered
Cry havoc, his favourite son, ooh yeah
His favourite son, yeah

It's only fair
Yes, you had to stare
Gonna feel the flame
And my Winchester steel
Ain't no crying man
But an outlaw planned
You can judge my name
But you've dreamed the same
It's only fair
Yes, you had to stare
Gonna feel the flame
And my Winchester steel
Ain't no crying man
But an outlaw planned
You can judge my name
But you've dreamed the same

You know I'm going to lose
And banditry's for fools
But that's the way I like it baby
I don't want to live forever

Some may choose the plough
We choose the gun
None for all and one for all
Into the sun
My dinner's cold, the whisky's warm
I'm far from home
Cry havoc
Cry havoc,
Cry havoc, our outlaw sons

Sorsan hepsi üstat moruk farkları yok burjuvadan
Winchester bir Ghetto canım topuklarına kurşun atar
İçimde bir seri katil  ne yapsamda durduramam
Yer altında hodrimeydan yıkılmadı tankdan adam

Wilson ile Winchester Mıke tyson ve Muhammed ali
Karşımızda duramazlar yapsalarda çin seddi
Fazla mevzu çıktı cano çeken olduk biz resti
Battle bizde yaşam tarzı flowdaki leo messi

Sokaklarım hep yokuş yokuş sonu kayboluş
karanlıkta yok olupda aydınlıkta var oluş
bağrımızda besledik biz yılanları dağ olup
yeni bi fikir peydahlarsın ve hayatın kahrolur

Palaskam ve miğferim zirve benim inmedim
salak kafan konuşur ben alaskadan dinlerim
Şimdi açtım ipleri Yazma bana kinlenip sen
Bu yerli hiroşima gökyüzünden izlenir.

Lost John

Sonny Terry

Chain Gang Blues

1976

Gonna tell you the story
About old lost John
Lost John was a boy that got loose
From a chain gang down in Louisiana

About sixteen bloodhound, took in after him
Sheriffs, deputies
And everybody else in the county
Chasin' him all across the swamp

Lost John outrun the bloodhounds there
All night long, it was long towards mornin'
He looked up to the tree there
And seen the lights from a house

He didn't know whether the people inside
Was friends or were enemies
So he wanted to go up to the house
So, and asked if he could stay there
To get away from the bloodhounds

He was afraid if he did go up there
That the people might set their dogs
Barking at him or shoot him down
With a Winchester riffle

This is the story about lost John

Old lost John ain't lost no more

No one knows about the
No one cares about the
Winchester geese

Men would make them fly by
Men would make the fall down
Just as they please

Whatever they say
Whatever they pray
It will fall back to the ground
Whatever they build
To cover their guilt
We’ll know who to comfort and who to hound

And in the early morning
When the priests are selling
Tokens for your sins
Then we’ll wake and wonder
What they will look like
When the night begins

When they make them fly by
When they make them fall down
Just as they please
No one knows about the
No one cares about the
Winchester geese

Whatever they say
Whatever they pray
It will fall back to the ground
Whatever they build
To cover their guilt
We’ll know who to comfort and who to hound

Aggiorna la tua mente, sparo rapper col Winchester
Aggiorna le paure, la mia vedova è Winchester
Ho visto Chucky perder tempo a pettinar le bambole
Ho detto a Billy perdi tempo perchè so (saw) le trappole
Offro un drink a Regan, Bloody Mary sto distrutto
Il problema è che sta stronza ha vomitato tutto
Carrie White resta incinta, non ha sangue tra le gambe
Ho visto Dante sudante su Dante
Freddy Krueger canta filastrocche più di questi mc
Twisty il clown gonfia palloncini e li regala ad It
Jeepers Creepers cava gli occhi ai suoi passanti
Uccido, non lascio impronte, sono Psycho indosso i guanti
Samara a Jason, questa sera che facciamo ?

Cramp Your Style

Ice-T

VI: Return of the Real

6
Sawed-off double barrel and a pistol grip
Pump on my lap at all times
I fill my gauge shells with nickels and dimes
Thompson Center spittin .45 slugs
Black Mac-11, Python .357
Snub-nose .38 or .380
Seventy Automatic, full metal jackets
Hollow points comin atcha fast
You feel the slug before you hear the blast

(I cramp your style
With a bullet and a smile)	--> Onyx

Muthafuckas frontin hard
Lookin at niggas crazy and shit
Make a nigga break
Nigga don't want me to pull out

[ VERSE 3 ]
I don't like shootin but I do shoot straight
Niggas I be rollin with will shoot up a wake
Why you want to step in the sights of a nigga
Known hair trigger, the coroner delivers
More cold bodies to the morgue each weekend
One minute you bleed, the next minute you're leakin
Best to listen close cause this ain't no boast
And never forget that I leave you wet
Bloody, sticky, holes in your Dickey's
Oh what a pity, lookin all shitty
My Winchester will get the best of ya
Hand grenades will fade all the rest of ya
I reach out and touch you with the parabellum
You got a crew, you better tell em

Chérie je suis pas né d'avant-hier
T'es pas prête de m'voir six pieds sous terre
On aura d'autres vies faut pas s'en faire
Moi c'est laisser aller toi c'est laisser faire

J'te prends en duel rue Vieille du Temple
Tant pis si l'sheriff nous pend pour l'exemple
On s'paie un bourbon à la Belle Hortense
Pendant qu'les Dalton sur du Dassin dansent

Amour Winchester
Le coeur criblé de fer
Ça devient lourd cette affaire
Amour Whinchester
Tu te tires sans sommation
Et moi je douille comme un con
Et moi je douille comme un con

On va pas s'le cacher ma salope
Un jour on nourrira les vautours
L'amour est vache et les chevaux galopent
Faisons diligence y'a les Indiens autour

Amour Winchester
Le coeur criblé de fer
Ça devient lourd cette affaire
Amour Whinchester
Tu te tires sans sommation
Et moi je douille comme un con
Et moi je douille comme un con

T'as qu'à me pousser dans le Grand Canyon
Ça fera moins mal que d'tomber dans les pommes

Amour Winchester
Le coeur criblé de fer
Ça devient lourd cette affaire
Amour Whinchester
Tu te tires sans sommation
Et moi je douille comme un con
Et moi je douille comme un con
Et moi je douille comme un con
Et moi je douille comme un con

Why bully General Buller
And use his as a scapegoat for blunders others made
His monuments in Exeter and Crediton and Winchester
Are rich to him a fitting accolade

Yes he was schooled at Eton
And he got his commission in the King's Royal Rifle Corps
He served out there in China and at Canada's Red River
And was wounded in the Ashanti War

Laddy fought the Xhosa with some Boers he fought the Zulu
And for courage won the Victoria Cross
In the first rising of the Boer, Egypt and the Sudan war
Fought the fanatical and radical nadist

Though he led a soldier's life his newly-wedded wife
On a honeymoon cut short was not averse
When he was called away to march and leave the family hearth
And put the army and the men that served him first

She was his confidant in letters that he wrote
She stood behind him steadfastly and firm
Was his comfort when alone and far away from home
With loving words she wrote back in return

Why bully General Buller
And use him as a scapegoat for blunders others made
His monuments in Exeter and Crediton and Winchester
Are rich to him a fitting accolade

We don't know many soldiers that aren't fond of spirits
His preference was champagne, he liked it pink
Politicians, priests and monks are often covert drunks
Sanctimonious liars like a secret drink

We know he had a temper that didn't serve him well
For sometimes breaking British army discipline
But some in the Officers' Club had skeletons in the cupboard
And some were addicted slaves of gin

Once again they sent him for the second rising of the Boer
Unstintingly he answered to the call
To muster such a force in conditions worse than worse
In that conflict was the toughest task of all

Armchair critics gave him nicknames while sitting safe at home
Like Reverse and a Tugela Ferryman
But through a time they called Black Week he mastered a technique
Of fighting in a cruel and hostile land

Why bully General Buller
And use him as a scapegoat for blunders others made
His monuments in Exeter and Crediton and Winchester
Are rich to him a fitting accolade

Going against his good advice the advance of General White
Led that General into the arms of siege
Though many battles lost at a tragic human cost
Buller's doggedness saw Ladysmith relieved

They replaced him with another brave man they called Bobs
And his mistakes had consequences dire
He didn't realise the importance of supplies
Lost more men to sickness than in the line of fire

Buller opposed this strategy of scorched-earth policy
And the burning down of farms
And camps of concentration with unspeakable privation
Where infants died in their mother's arms

He warned the General Botha would become a gorilla
He was his old adversary
With Aldershot precision won the Berg en Dal decision
Scattered Botha's forces 'cross the wide country

Why bully General Buller
And use him as a scapegoat for blunders others made
His monuments in Exeter and Crediton and Winchester
Are rich to him a fitting accolade

Are rich to him a fitting accolade

YAN RI  /  Winchester Music

Набитым желудком
Сорванным голосом
Проколотым глухо как льдина
Ты забыл света нет, 
Там, где света не видишь 


Забери мою жизнь в карман
И будет в руке Winchester Brown
Забери мою жизнь в карман
И будет в руке Brown

Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Conquérir le monde le cul sur une chaise, hey
Peindre la joconde à travers mes seizes, hey
Que du sarlanoix, pas de charlatans, hey
Flair de malinois, technique de Don Juan, hey
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Un neko qui court, un kickeur à kicker
Faire rimer des beaux discours, quelques punch's à mixer
Un morceau d'amour, un fragment à pitcher
Un neko sur le retour et le kickeur est kické
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Je veux survivre comme MMO
Pérenniser comme Winchester
Nique les puristes et les démons
j'vais tout flinguer comme winchester
Je veux survivre comme MMO
Pérenniser comme winchester
Nique les puristes et les démons
j'vais tout flinguer comme winchester
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Mon destin sera scellée à la prochaine lune de sang
À la recherche de mon écho quand je croise un regard
C'est en fouillant dans mes peurs que j'ai trouvé des chansons
Et de te voir bouger la tête transforme ma douleur en art
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
J'veux finir ma vie ouais dans un bar jazz
Avec du whisky sur fond de Jazzy Bazz
Pas de superstar aux pieds ouais que des Vans trouées
J'déambule dans la rue, ouais j'suis peut-être fort bourré
Ouais j'suis peut-être fort bourré
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Quelques péchés à déposer
Déséquilibre à la pesée
Passez par là, assez parler
De gros bisous, j'vais les baiser
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
On capte la foule comme jamais
Retourne la foule comme Joey
Coule la douille comme Jamal
Et là t'avoue qu'on est doué
On capte la foule comme jamais
Retourne la foule comme Joey
Coule la douille comme Jamal
Et là t'avoue qu'on est doué
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Bada$$

Sie gibt mir Head on Camera und ich komme mit der Echten Winchester

Esta historia es el cuento

de nunca acabar


Y desde lejos no siento tus balas

desde cerca me puedes matar

No quería decirlo

te has convertido en un Winchester letal

Fame und Glanz
Schwümm locker ufem Rucke geg de Strom, verstahsch 
Ich schiess uf all das was dier wichtig isch
wiel du nöd wichtig bisch, ach chumm fick dich is Chnü
Du fake ass Motherfucka
Ich blib unantastbar, du chunsch nöd a mich ane
Ich vertrau nur mine Eier
Zuviel Rattene wo nahget wie Junkies, leider
Ich phalt sie im Blickwinckel, Mona Lisa
All sind mier schief druf, Turm vo Pisa
Limo, Escort, Cola und Pizza
Ich zuck sie führe, Infinte VISA

Champagner für die Verräter wos versuecht hend
Winchester für die Hueresöhn wos no versueche wend
Champagner für die Verräter wos versuecht hend
Winchester für die Hueresöhn wos no versueche wend

Zwangslag, Sackgasse
iis chalte Beton und nassi Strasse
Brocheni Mentalität und gspalte
Entfalleni Herze aktiv wie Nachtfalter
Zwangslag, Sackgasse
iis chalte Beton und nassi Strasse
Brocheni Mentalität und gspalte
Entfalleni Herze aktiv wie Nachtfalter

Die Schnäggene schänket mier Tee i
Pfäfferminz.

Sizdekiler bahane
Rest in piece geçti faile
çocukluktan beri çıkmadık ki hiç bro tatile



çektim onca yük sorun
Durdum ailem için hep dimdik
Annem ağlamasın diye her gece güldüm
Göz yaşlarımı yine sildim
20 li yaşlarda kanser kalmamı anlamazlar asla
Inan bana brom tüm savaşım bunun içindi e e eyy

Winchester,  bulamazsın, gözler, bulamazsın, bulamazsın, bulamazsın

Ce ne abbiamo i sacchi colmi
You better call me, delivero senza scompormi
Passami il machete che è la guerra dei due mondi
E so come pormi, stasera a casa non ci torni
Siamo la West della capitale
Imbraghiamo col Winchester pronti a caricare
Combo liricale, il flusso è nelle fiale
E il caricatore è la corteccia cerebrale
Siamo la West della capitale
Imbraghiamo col Winchester pronti a caricare
Combo liricale il flusso è nelle fiale
E il caricatore è la corteccia cerebrale
CH-CH la carico, causiamo il panico, ci bounca l'animo
Come su una Chevy con l'impianto idraulico
L'impatto è empatico e sto testo a due teste
E' un troll delle foreste, è scrittura rupestre
Qua, larga è la veste, lunga la canna come nei western
Ma, zero richieste, Se
Ci lasci Mary many versioni maldestre
L'estro da lestofante, peso come un olifante in cosa campestre
E dammi il cambio
Si ma quello di una Camaro
Combo tigre Bengala mischiato a lupo mannaro
Ed è una rumble
Senza riposo senza riparo, senza mumble
Segue la luce di questo faro
Canali accesi per cullarmi come onde del mare
Guardo le stelle per capire qual è il Nord o l'Est
Solchiamo i mari dalla West della capitale
Sulla bandiera Litorale's Finest
Siamo la West della capitale
Imbraghiamo col Winchester pronti a caricare
Combo liricale, il flusso è nelle fiale
E il caricatore è la corteccia cerebrale
Siamo la West della capitale
Imbraghiamo col Winchester pronti a caricare
Combo liricale il flusso è nelle fiale
E il caricatore è la corteccia cerebrale

They closed the road to Laramie
Slowly it came rain then snow then ice
I killed my engine and paced outside, 
Out in the soft gray light 

No turning back 

I called my doctor on his cell
the call went straight to voicemail 

I thought of you
when I was stung by a scorpion
you crushed up some tobacco leaf for me 
Pulled out from your red man pouch
The Sioux had taught you all you knew 

I do believe it's true 

They cut you down with a single shell
A Winchester "double l"
Your switchblade fell and caught the light 
Massacres are disguised as battles all the time 
I do believe it's true


The Slap

E-40

Grit & Grind [Bonus Tracks]

2002

I'm every scene but gossip, my weeblization be thug
My music be all in the club an' my fo' 15's be sub
An' my drums an' my brake pads on my car be rubber
My oldest an' my youngest son always nuggin'

Bumpin' me an' my Catholic savage, badness
Dumpin' on phony ass, fake ass plastic faggots
Grindin', dippin' an' divin' on fine, pressure
Rhymin', in the 'Lab like Dexter'

Packin' Winchester an' a trey Sylvester
Catch a, bitcha, out there, oughta wet'cha
Kinda sorta liquored, liquor kinda sore, measure, grams
Digital scale, green eggs an' hams

Yams, candy yams, spam, damn
Loaded my cheese, peanut butter an' jam
Sam'mich, mannish, me an' my Hispanics
Vanish, talkin' in codes like we from different planets

Ay, what y'all players grindin' to?

Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Conquérir le monde le cul sur une chaise, hey
Peindre la joconde à travers mes seizes, hey
Que du sarlanoix, pas de charlatans, hey
Flair de malinois, technique de Don Juan, hey
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Un néko qui court, un kickeur à kicker
Faire rimer des beaux discours, quelques punch's à mixer
Un morceau d'amour, un fragment à pitcher
Un néko sur le retour et le kickeur est kické
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Je veux survivre comme MMO
Pérenniser comme winchester
Nique les puristes et les démons
J'vais tout flinguer comme Winchester
Je veux survivre comme MMO
Pérenniser comme winchester
Nique les puristes et les démons
J'vais tout flinguer comme winchester
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Mon destin sera scellée à la prochaine lune de sang
À la recherche de mon écho quand je croise un regard
C'est en fouillant dans mes peurs que j'ai trouvé des chansons
Et de te voir bouger la tête transforme ma douleur en art
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
J'veux finir ma vie ouais dans un bar jazz
Avec du whisky sur fond de Jazzy Bazz
Pas de superstar aux pieds ouais que des Vans trouées
J'déambule dans la rue, ouais j'suis peut-être fort bourré
Ouais j'suis peut-être fort bourré
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Quelques péchés à déposer
Déséquilibre à la pesée
Passez par là, assez parler
De gros bisous, j'vais les baiser
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
On capte la foule comme jamais
Retourne la foule comme Joey
Coule la douille comme Jamal
Et là t'avoue qu'on est doué
On capte la foule comme jamais
Retourne la foule comme Joey
Coule la douille comme Jamal
Et là t'avoue qu'on est doué
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass
Joey, Joey, Joey fucking Badass

For Sarah, widow of William Winchester, whose family invented the Gun That Won The West' - the Winchester repeating rifle.

For 30 years I've worked for her, I crafted every room
Every time I reach the end she gives me more to do
A labyrinth of hidden rooms and doors that lead to nowhere
Stairways up and stairways down and only Sarah goes there

Now the walls are closing in, she'd leave here if she could
The memories of yesterday are carved here in wood
A vessel to be filled with other peoples stories
In a world of glowing colour she is paler than a glacier

She is bound, bound to stone
Bound to spend forever on her own
She is bound , bound to stone

Annie died at six months old and William followed on
Empty corridors and halls remind of those who're gone
Others visit her each night, torn by bullets, trapped in place
Relics of another time, reflecting her disgrace

They are bound, bound to stone
Bound to spend forever on her own
She is bound, bound to stone

Sarah says she can't explain but begs to be forgiven
Compelled to give a home to those no longer living

Sarah you must build your house, you can never rest
You are on the run from the Gun that won the West'

I'm gonna saddle me up my old pack mule
Saddle me up my old pack mule
I'm gonna fill me a satchel
Fill it with silver and gold
Fill it with silver and gold
I'm gonna see Blind Mary
See Blind Mary
I've been told
She got a sweet jelly roll a-well
She got a sweet jelly roll a-well
It was Blind Mary
Blind Mary told me
Takes a good looking woman
To make a good lookin' whore a-well
To make a good lookin' whore a-well
I ain't never read the bible
But I've been told
It was a woman
Woman caused man to sin
Woman caused man to sin
Well it weren't no serpent
Caused me to fall
Caused me to fall
It was a red headed woman
Made a wreck out a me
Made a wreck out a me
I got my Winchester rifle
My Winchester rifle
A whole box of shells
Gonna shoot my woman down
Gonna shoot my woman down
Well look over yonder
Yonder on the hill
That's where I sent my baby
She's way upon boot hill
Way upon boot hill
I ain't got no religion
But I'm starting to believe
I believe what the scriptures tell
Tell about the fall of man
Tell about the fall of man

Egenin annesi harbi yolluymuş 
bacısı zaten kokuşmuş bir amcıkmış 
gizem gelmiş beşi bir yerde takmış
egede ağlamış egede ağlamış

ye 

winchester ben seni deli gibi sikerken yarim
sen bunu bilemedin bana neler ettin
umudum vardı ben yine geldim
ben egeyi sikerken sana yemin ederim 
gözlerim ağlar

Colpito a piombo nella schiena
Lo vidi steso nel deserto
Che respirava come un morto
Scattò brillando la mia lama
E la pallottola levai
E la sporca vita gli salvai
A quel Ringo
Ringo, Ringo

Per tanto tempo l'ho curato
Finché un giorno mosse un dito
E lo infilò nella pistolaccia
E a cento metri
Ti coglieva persino un acino d'uvaccia
Così capì che era guarito quel dito
Ringo, Ringo

Un giorno poi ci dividemmo
Diverse strade ci scegliemmo
Io fui la legge con la stella
Con il winchester sulla spalla
E lui bandito diventò
Terrore e sangue seminò
Quel Ringo
Ringo, Ringo

Io fui sceriffo a Santa Fe
Lui fece un piatto con tre re
Ma fatalmente il suo destino
Riattraversava il mio cammino
Finché una sera di blue moon
Lo vidi entrare nel saloon
Quel Ringo
Ringo, Ringo

Veloce estrassi la mia colt
Lo avevo fatto altre volte
Ma lui la colse proprio in pieno
Rimase vuota la mia mano
Di fronte a me era spianata
La sputacchiera indemoniata
Eh la sputafuoco indemoniata
Ringo, Ringo

E quella fu
La gente dice
La sola volta che sorrise
Rimise a posto la pistola
E mormorò qualche parola:
"Restiamo amici per favore"
Del buono aveva nel suo cuore
Quel Ringo
Ringo, Ringo

Per un istante mi guardò
Poi scosse il capo e se ne andò
Lo rimpinzarono di piombo
Appena fuori
Fino a quando colpito a morte stramazzò

Nessuno lacrime versò
Per Ringo
Ringo

Nel West
La gente adesso dice
Che la mia mano fu veloce
Che superò quel pistolero
Ma se passate al cimitero
Nessuno sa
Chi ce l'ha messa la stella d'oro
Sulla fossa di Ringo

Ringo, Ringo
Ringo, Ringo
Ringo, Ringo
Ringo, Ringo