Wild Bill Hickok

Wild Bill was born in Illinois on dry and fertile land
 Pioneer of pistol ears and a dead shot with each hand
 Claim he was the quickest, there's few who'd ill-agree
 If you were yet to saw this plainsman draw, still breathe like you and me
 He led a stagecoach freight team in his early days of life
 One evenin' on the Western Trail, Bill took the air of night
 And who should come upon him, but a bear whom he'd awoke
 Wild Bill produced his bowie knife and fashioned a new coat
 Kansas prairies he knew well and wild Missouri too
 Come 1861, Bill donned the Union blue
 Not unlike his daddy, he'd seen old man in bonds
 Every man in Jimmy Lane's brigade, of Hickok they were fond
 While a marshal in Abilene many Texans came to call
 Phil Coe told John Wes Hardin, "Wild Bill has got to fall
 "He's a cruel and brutish yankee, and if you don't then I will"
 Wild Bill put down Phil Coe, Wes Hardin's livin' still
 He met his fate in Deadwood inside Tom Nuttall's place
 Amidst a game of poker, holdin' Aces and two Eights
 When up stepped from behind him the Coward, Jack McCall
 The slug ripped through his auburn hair, poor Wild Bill never saw