Pete Atkin - Stranger In Town lyrics

Atkin-James I never will remember how that stranger came to town He walked in without a swagger, got a job and settled down The place would have seemed the same without him And now I can't recall a thing about him He didn't wear a poncho or a gun with a filed sight And he wasn't pa**ing through like a freight-train in the night He rarely wore a stetson with a shadowy big brim And I still can't be sure if he was him From Kansas to Wyoming, from Contention to Cheyenne His name meant less than nothing and it didn't scare a man So folks didn't worship him or fear him And I can't remember ever going near him He didn't tote a shotgun with the barrels both sawn off So people didn't hit the deck or dive behind a trough He walked the street in silence ignored on every side And it's doubtful if he could even ride I never could remember how that stranger met his d**h He was absolutely senile, and with his dying breath He forgot to ask his womenfolk to kiss him And afterwards they didn't even miss him