Set your clock back 200 years to the Old West: A man gone bad after his wife is killed by a stray bullet: he's turned toward a dark path: cattle wrustling, theivery, drinking. Will he ever turn back?

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Gunned six bastards down
In the hills of South Dakota
Cut ‘em to the ground
Took the gold from their packs

Take the South trail round
To a trading post in Deadwood
Take a look around
For some women, guns and booze

Time to settle in
By the fire for the evening
Clean my Winchester’s pin
For the early morning run

See the driver whip around
When he heard me from behind him
That stagecoach from Jamestown
Never made it down below

Been so many miles
Since we ain’t been together
Been so many miles
‘Tween be and you

Can’t forget your cry
You shouted when the blaze came
Never thought you’d die
In my arms in the streets

Buy another shot
Of whisky at the Sagebrush
Gonna take a lot of
Drinkin’ till I’m through

Ante up the pot
Of poker at the table
Dealt good cards or not
This time I’m playin’ it straight