[Verse 1] With background of a red sundown Comes the stranger into town Weather-stained and face unshaved Rugged features, cares engraved [Verse 2] Off the horse, he walks with ease Dust kicked up by gentle breeze Entering the town saloon Walking past the old spitoon [Chorus] He is the man that has no name Playing poker is his game Towns remember when he came The stranger with a single aim.... Winning all.... Foul or fair.... Trapping all.... In the snare.... [Verse 3] All heads turn to face the man Who, in turn, the room does scan Whisky is his drink of choice Ordered with a low-toned voice [Verse 4] "Where's the game?" He asks his host Who points to four men, now engrossed One deals cards and others bet On one, a telltale bead of sweat [Chorus] He is the man that has no name Playing poker is his game Towns remember when he came The stranger with a single aim.... Winning all.... Foul or fair.... Trapping all.... In the snare.... [Verse 5] Walking over, asks to join On the table throws a coin Others look with narrowed eyes Tension in the room does rise [Verse 6] One of them then motions him To grab a chair and sit within This circle of a high stakes game Five card stud, it is its name [Chorus] He is the man that has no name Playing poker is his game Towns remember when he came The stranger with a single aim.... Winning all.... Foul or fair.... Trapping all.... In the snare.... [Verse 7] Cards are dealt and money bet Some they sweat while others fret The stranger, though, he keeps his cool While others fidget on their stool [Verse 8] Rounds are won and rounds are lost And cards across the table tossed Suspicions of the stranger rise A cheating accusation flies [Break] Chairs fly back, combatants stand Who'll be quickest with their hand Four, they draw, but much too slow The stranger strikes and down they go Holstered now, the smoking gun A deadly weapon's work now done Grabbing coins and taking bills The stranger now his pocket fills No-one stops him as he leaves Up upon his horse he heaves This brooding, silent stranger, pale Is back again upon the trail Wither yet, he cannot say That is, for him, another day Only to himself a pledge Living life upon the edge [Chorus] He is the man that has no name Playing poker is his game Towns remember when he came The stranger with a single aim.... Winning all.... Foul or fair.... Trapping all.... In the snare.... [Outro] He is the man with no name.... No name.... (No name).... (No name)....
