Nordic Discord Challenge Throwback Thursday Style: Didgeridoo Genre: Wild West Maple Creek sleeps under red dusk light and Bubba leans on the porch rail chewing tobacco like he’s got nowhere to be He’s the law here though law in these parts looks a lot like mercy with a gun They call him Bubba the Sharpshooter hits a can at two hundred yards never aims just feels it like the world owes him one straight shot Used to mine iron 'fore his heart broke in half lost his woman to a thief’s trembling hand Now he polishes justice the way he used to polish stone rough patient never pretty Randy Thompson rides from Rustyvale with pockets full of silver and cops full of lies They say Bubba don’t play fair at poker but he only cheats the ones who’d sell a town’s soul for a drink Bubba the Sharpshooter don’t miss what matters don’t flinch when it’s time Keeps the devils out of Maple Creek one bullet one rule at a time He laughs little sleeps less and never forgets the sound of that gun misfiring love out of his life So he stays here watching over the good folks and daring the bad ones to ride closer Bubba the Sharpshooter lawman outlaw saint of the trigger finger If you come for Maple Creek bring flowers not bad temper’n’pistols
