[Verse] Oh little did our hero know, That the high west was full of danger. From the biting cold of the lonesome nights To the ill intent of each new-met stranger! [Chorus] Many cruel lessons Was kind Evan yet to learn. But his heart never grew calloused, For coldness he forswern. [Verse] On his sixth birthday, He killed his first man dead. But wept mournful tears even after many years, From that ginger head. [Bridge] Oh he still was ever trusting At the tender age of seven. Though his friendly word and lightning draw, Drew fame to the young gunslinger Evan. [Chorus] Many cruel lessons Was kind Evan yet to learn. But his heart never grew calloused, For coldness he forswern. [Verse] Then one cold wintry night, Out on the high west plane. A group of twenty four desperados, Sought through his death fame. They surrounded him and Jetta, Cocked guns in the dark night, Yelled for him to say his prayers, A child's death with no fair fight. [Bridge] Evan was so awefully frightened! But not at the loathsome gunmen. He was afraid he'd have, To kill clean two dozen. [Verse] So beneath the bullets a mad escape For him and his black mount! Evan fled to a far mesa canyon, But was surprised by what he found. Oh a dozen new gunslingers! Who met Evan with a silent stare. But our hero always affable, Started chatting without care. [Outro] Oh our hero, little Evan Went on and on and on. And he won them every man, With a front teeth whistling song.
