The Gunfight

                                                      The Gunfight. This song is a movie. 
Welcome to the deep south where a wild thing out of Texas meets an Alabama lawman. The hypnotic rock drive and tasty guitar evoke a suspenseful anticipation that keeps you hooked in the story until the question is answered: Who was the best?

Credits

Richard Caffey                    Lead Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

Robert McNair                    Electric Guitar, Background Vocals,

Dan Wilburn                        Bass Guitar

Jo Wilburn:                          Keyboards

Wayne Kilious                      Drums

Special Effects                      It was fun.

Written by     Richard Caffey, Robert McNair, JoAnn Vickers (aka Jo Wilburn), Dan Wilburn

 Recorded at                          A Cut Above, Nashville TN

Production.                           Dan Wilburn with a little help from his friends

Engineering, Mixing            Dan Wilburn

Mastering                               Master Mix, Nashville TN

Artwork                                  Dan Wilburn

Distribution Coordinator      Jo Wilburn

(P) JoDan Music

(C) Richard Caffey, Robert McNair, JoAnn Vickers (aka Jo Wilburn), Dan Wilburn

 

  • Lyrics: The Gunfight

     

    Well… Don’t move said the Sheriff,

       don’t you even blink an eye.

    You’re that Wild Thing out of Texas,

       Son… do you wanna die.

    I’ve heard all about you,

      your pearl handle forty-one.

    But here in Alabama,

      I’m the fastest with a gun.

     

    Do you wanna die in Alabama…

      with a bullet, in your chest.

    Do you want to be a hero…

      Who tried like all the rest.

    Listen to this Lawman…

      saddle up, and ride away.

    or do you want to meet your Maker…

      is today… Your Judgement Day.

     

    Now the Texan’s eyes, they narrowed,

      a hardened smile stretched… on his face.

    Howdy Sheriff, how are ya…

      so you’re the Law Dog in this place.

    I ain’t lookin’ for trouble, no…

      I’m, just passing through.

    I got thirty-one notches on my gun,

      don’t make it thirty-two.

     

    Do you wanna die in Alabama…

      with a bullet… in your chest.

    Do you want to be a hero…

      and die like all the rest.

    Then listen to this Outlaw…

      take you bags, and… walk away.

    Do you want to meet your Maker…

      is today… Your Judgment Day.

     

    well… Both men, they slapped leather,

      and their deadly aim was true.

    Two bullets, they found their mark…

      in the heart, and straight on through.

    and the Story is still told today,

       how two men died in Alabama clay…

    so full of southern pride, yet they died.

     

    Oh, they died in Alabama…

      with a bullet, in their chest.

    Yet, they died in Alabama….

      now, would you tell me…

      who was The Best. 

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