They said you ran away from your trouble and sorrows with whiskey and gin,

We've all got our demons from the past, horrific events we've seen,

And now you're back thankfully, still looking fit and lean,

I guess I know why you're back, you must have heard,

Vincent's back, scavenging around for you like a foul bird,

He means to kill you, y'know that, right?

That murderer won't rest until he's had his fight,

Why does it always have to end with someone's death?

Always there are shots fired, someone falling and taking their last breath,

Perhaps that is the fate of every Cowboy,

Kill or be killed, get the bounty, and try to embrace each rare day with joy.