Gather around me my good friends
'Cause I got a tale to tell
About a man who shot me once
And this wound still feels like hell
I was riding high after a wild night
And I saw a man in red
And I told him hey, you're in my way
And he said, "You're good as dead"
He was mean and part machine
His shotgun's thunder burst
His lead hit home, I hit the dirt
Even though I drew first
He'd won the gunplay, all in fair play
But I had to know
The reason why, he wore crimson
Red from head to toe
And I was bleeding out, but the man in red
Said, "Boy, you listen close
And I'll explain the genesis
Of the color of my choice"
He said
"When I was young, my daddy took me to a bullring far from town
To man me up and make me tough, so I'd never back down
I felt the rise of the bull's eyes when it saw the cape blood red
I knew right then, the hue for which I'd been born and bred"
So heed this warning, avoid this man, good night and so long
You can forget the singer, but don't forget the song