My tribute to 80s Herman van Veen, Marty Robbins. Went for a Mexican vibe with bouzouki, synths, accordion and ukulele. Of course.
Photo taken by Lennard Fopma.
Lyrics;
He rode into town on horseback.
Two six-shooters hung at his waist,
Everyone fled as they saw.
That scar on his face.
The recognized him from the posters.
The bounty as big as can be,
A price on his head,
For killing 23.
No one dared to get any closer.
No one dared to even look.
Except for young Johh ny,
Who thought he could
Sneak up on that dangersome stranger.
His gun was rusty and old,
His hands were shaking,
But his mindset was bold.
He slowly but surely crept closer.
The bandit seemed unaware.
Of young little Johhny,
Or he just didn’t care.
*Chorus*
Kill him to cash in on that bounty,
He pulled the trigger and braced,
For the sound of the shot,
But it was not the case.
The clicking was heard by the stranger,
23 turned 24.
Two smoking pistols.
And Johnny dead on the floor.
Photo taken by Lennard Fopma.
Lyrics;
He rode into town on horseback.
Two six-shooters hung at his waist,
Everyone fled as they saw.
That scar on his face.
The recognized him from the posters.
The bounty as big as can be,
A price on his head,
For killing 23.
No one dared to get any closer.
No one dared to even look.
Except for young Johh ny,
Who thought he could
Sneak up on that dangersome stranger.
His gun was rusty and old,
His hands were shaking,
But his mindset was bold.
He slowly but surely crept closer.
The bandit seemed unaware.
Of young little Johhny,
Or he just didn’t care.
*Chorus*
Kill him to cash in on that bounty,
He pulled the trigger and braced,
For the sound of the shot,
But it was not the case.
The clicking was heard by the stranger,
23 turned 24.
Two smoking pistols.
And Johnny dead on the floor.
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