Lyrics

He would come from a distant horizon on a white horse that gleamed in the sun
Both of his pistols butt-front in holsters
Not just a former slave who couldn't read or write
But a simple man who fought for what was right
He was an expert shot and great talker
Well-versed in the tongue of our virgin lands
In Indian terms, he was a Windwalker
And arrested thousands of men in his career
When outlaws looked at him, there was so much to fear
Just when you think you've won, he'd have something up his sleeve
When all was said and done, you don't mess with Mister Reeves
And in the Old Wild West, there's no room for his reprieve
He surely was the best and first Marshal of his kind
You don't have to try and outdraw him, he was much too fast
And in American History, his legend has to last
He's Mister Reeves

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