Abraham Lincoln mighta’ made men free, but Samuel Colt made em’ equal ya’ see.
With a gun called a Six-Shooter a Colt 45, a Single Action Army made the west come alive.
Patent Ninety Four Thirty, Connecticut State, Eighteen Thirty Six, the issue date.
It was Heaven sent just like the Gospel, the Colt 45 made the Wild West possible.
Now anyone can load a deadly gun with lead, just a fraction of a second between the livin’ and the dead.
With forty grains of smokin’ black powder, would shoot a bullet that would kill any doubter.
Ya’ couldn’t fumble with this gun or hesitate at all, just one motion when you drew then let the hammer fall.
But you had another chance if you missed with your bullet, you had that deadly hammer and all you did was pull it.
With your cylinder loaded with bullets brand new, was just like havin’ an angel watchin’ over you.
But if you missed with all six it wasn’t the same, your probly’ gona’ die with only yourself to blame.
This gun tamed the west by the men who knew it best, outlaws and killers it laidem’ down to rest.
But even lawmen fell who were slower on the draw, ya’ see this gun don’t know who’s the bad outlaw.
With trigger pulled and powder burnt the cylinder spun, a new bullet in its place so more killin’ could be done.
Copy Right
BY: Thomas Michael McClure
Wild West Poet
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Abraham Lincoln mighta’ made men free, but Samuel Colt made em’ equal ya’ see.
With a gun called a Six-Shooter a Colt 45, a Single Action Army made the west come alive.
Patent Ninety Four Thirty, Connecticut State, Eighteen Thirty Six, the issue date.
It was Heaven sent just like the Gospel, the Colt 45 made the Wild West possible.
Now anyone can load a deadly gun with lead, just a fraction of a second between the livin’ and the dead.
With forty grains of smokin’ black powder, would shoot a bullet that would kill any doubter.
Ya’ couldn’t fumble with this gun or hesitate at all, just one motion when you drew then let the hammer fall.
But you had another chance if you missed with your bullet, you had that deadly hammer and all you did was pull it.
With your cylinder loaded with bullets brand new, was just like havin’ an angel watchin’ over you.
But if you missed with all six it wasn’t the same, your probly’ gona’ die with only yourself to blame.
This gun tamed the west by the men who knew it best, outlaws and killers it laidem’ down to rest.
But even lawmen fell who were slower on the draw, ya’ see this gun don’t know who’s the bad outlaw.
With trigger pulled and powder burnt the cylinder spun, a new bullet in its place so more killin’ could be done.
Copy Right
BY: Thomas Michael McClure
Wild West Poet