Stranger In Town

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Stranger In TownRode my bike into that town, one morning before nineSaw a guy in a wheelchair, holdin’ a cardboard signScratched the scars beneath my beard, stopped in a coffee shopStared ‘cross the street at the bank, peeled my eyes for the copsThe waitress acted nervous, almost dropped my hash brownsGot on the phone and told someone…sir, there’s a stranger in townIt’d been three long years, since I’d robbed that bankThinking’ one good inside man, was better than a gangBut then came his big double-cross, and that poor bank guard got shotMy partner torched my Chevy, dumped me in the hills to rotWas I back for the money, or to lay him in the groundI’m sure his shadow could sense, there was a stranger in townI bet he hid our money, in his storage shed on thirdIf my Magnum blew the lock, nobody would get hurtBut as I left that rest’raunt, I thought of all he’d done,And wondered if icy vengeance, was worth life on the runI hopped on my ol’ Harley, started it and looked aroundEyes up n down the sidewalks, saw a stranger in townWell, I’d just blown the lock off, that traitor’s storage shedWhen a voice behind me said, “drop it or you’re dead”I turned around slowly, saw that bank’s presidentStill willing to keep his cash, at anyone’s expenseI looked at his dark eyes, and laid my pistol downAnd hoped to God that justice, wasn’t a stranger in townThen shots rang out behind him, and gun smoke filled the airWhen the bank president fell, I saw the old wheelchairThat guard’d waited patient, for his moment to comeI thought I might be next, till he lowered his gunWe shook hands and split half, of the million I foundThat was the last he heard, of the stranger in town©2007 Robert George