song five

(Verse 1) In the dusty town of Broken Ridge, Where the tumbleweeds roll and the whiskey flows, Lived a man named Gundersen, quick on the draw, His eyes as cold as the desert wind that blows. He wore a hat low, shadowed eyes of steel, A six-shooter strapped to his sun-bleached side, Van Cleef’s gang rode in, guns blazing wild, Their leader sneering, vengeance in his stride. (Chorus) Gundersen, oh Gundersen, A legend whispered in the moonlit haze, He’d faced down death a hundred times before, But this duel would be his final blaze. (Verse 2) Van Cleef spat dust, his scarred face twisted, “Draw, Gundersen, or meet your maker tonight!” The saloon doors swung open, silence thick as blood, Two outlaws locked eyes, ready for the fight. Gundersen’s fingers twitched, the crowd held its breath, The sun dipped low, casting shadows long, He drew like lightning, bullets tore the air, And Van Cleef fell, his reign of terror gone. (Chorus) Gundersen, oh Gundersen, His name etched in the annals of the West, He’d outgunned the devil, but at what cost? For every outlaw’s fate, there’s no rest.(Outro) Now the desert winds whisper tales of Gundersen, His grave marked by a lone cactus bloom, Van Cleef’