The Choir - The Rifleman lyrics

Nobody gave Mark McCain any trouble They knew the rifleman was his pa I saw Lucas on one of those "quit smoking" Schick Center commercials once It must be cool to have an iron jaw Whatever happened to the Rifleman? I've got a job for the Rifleman, the Rifleman Whenever trouble came riding into North Fork The fearful fair folk were never alone The tall sod-buster let the bad guys make the first move Shot 'em full of lead said "son, let's go home" Whatever happened to the Rifleman? I've got a job for the Rifleman, the Rifleman He really knew how to settle a score Mercy knocks on the devil's door When I pray for peace and revel in war I always wanted a shirt like Mark wore Render love to your world Render love to your world Render love to your world Render love to your world Render love Let there be peace in the land