The Fall of Marshall Johnson

# The Fall of Marshall Johnson

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**[Verse 1]**\

The sun burned red on Main Street that day,\

Marshall Johnson rode in to make the outlaws pay.\

Duke Brandon wore his red shirt bright,\

While Doc Brandon and Black Bart waited in the fading light.

**[Chorus]**\

Ride, ride, Brandon Gang,\

Hear the gunshots echo and the church bells clang.\

Three outlaw shadows beneath the setting sun,\

Marshall Johnson's showdown had begun.

**[Verse 2]**\

Doc Brandon drew his revolver with a cold, steady hand,\

His double-barrel shotgun rested close at hand.\

The Marshall reached for his gun, and the street fell still,\

Then gunfire thundered past the old town mill.

**[Verse 3]**\

Doc handed Black Bart his double-barrel gun,\

And Bart kept his revolver ready as the shooting begun.\

Doc fought with his revolver through the smoke-filled air,\

While Duke Brandon fired from the town Square,\

**[Chorus]**\

Ride, ride, Brandon Gang,\

Hear the gunshots echo and the church bells clang.\

Black Bart held two guns as the smoke rolled by,\

While Marshall Johnson's silver star fell beneath the sky.

**[Verse 4]**\

When the last shot faded, silence filled the town,\

Marshall Johnson lay fallen, his badge upon the ground.\

Duke rode out in red, and Doc followed the trail,\

While Black Bart carried both guns as night covered the vale.

**[Outro]**\

Three outlaws vanished beneath the western sky,\

While mournful winds sang where the lawman lay.\

The preacher warned, "Let this be understood:\

There's no glory in bloodshed and no honor in the gun."

The West remembers, though the years turn to sand:\

The fall of Marshall Johnson—and the Brandon Gang.

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