They said he came
out of smoke
Two-syllable name
Wicked eye
A myth
A manchild
Gnashed teeth
A rifle
Rumbled the hillside
Took its town,
its stones
Shot it down
Burned it down
He knew the Devil
Smelled like fire
He died in the desert
Ate up by a pack of dogs
That’s what I heard
He was Mexican
Son of sad Ranchero
Was seen on a bus leaving town
with a white woman
A manchild
Gnashed teeth
A pile of dead birds
and songs at his feet
The Rifleman
