Who are you Dan McGrew? You sound quite mean If rumours' true You lodged yourself Inside his head Some seventy years Still, now you're dead A tale of love Of bars and booze The wheel of fate Alas, you lose The west was wild Back in the day As danger framed Each male afray But what of Lou? The lady fair Of unkissed lips And tousled hair A broken heart May never mend A scar unhealed Until the end So as our story Precious told Still held in head Though tired and old A life not lost No shooting here Just words uncovered Crystal clear By man with joy For life, 'tis true May soon reunite With his own lady Lou