He lay face down in the desert sand Clutching his six-gun in his hand Shot from behind, I thought he was dead But under his heart was an ounce of lead But a spark still burned so I used my knife And late that night I saved the life of Ringo
(Ringo . . . Ringo . . .)
I nursed him till the danger passed The days went by, he mended fast Then from dawn till setting sun He practiced with that deadly gun And hour on hour I watched in awe No human being could match the draw of Ringo
(Ringo . . . Ringo . . . )
One day we rode the mountain crest And I went east and he went west I took to law and wore a star While he spread terror near and far With lead and blood he gained such fame All throught the West they feared the name of Ringo
(Ringo . . . Ringo . . . )
I knew someday I`d face the test Which one of us would be the best And sure enough the word came down That he was holed up in the town I left the posse out in the street And I went in alone to meet Ringo
(Ringo . . . Ringo . . . )
They said my speed was next to none But my lightning draw had just begun When I heard a blast that stung my wrist The gun went flying from my fist And I was looking down the bore Of the deadly .44 of Ringo
(Ringo . . . Ringo . . . )
They say that was the only time That anyone had seen him smile He slowly lowered his gun and then He said to me `We`re even, friend` And so at last I understood That there was still a spark of good in Ringo
(Ringo . . . Ringo . . . )
I blocked the path of his retreat He turned and stepped into the street A dozen guns spit fire and lead A moment later, he lay dead The town began to shout and cheer Nowhere was there shed a tear for Ringo
(Ringo . . . Ringo . . . )
The story spread throughout the land That I had beaten Ringo`s hand And it was just the years, they say That made me put my guns away But on his grave they can`t explain The tarnished star above the name of Ringo