Twas a mining town called Golden Gulch
While the West was yet untamed.
There two bad men met, made a bet,
And the winnings never claimed.

The boys had ridden into town
One payday afternoon
To line the bar at the Lucky Star,
Which was the Dandy Ran's saloon.

Now the Dandy was an onry cuss
If by chance you made him sore,
His only law was the lightning draw
Of the heavy guns he wore.

On his watch chain hung a dozen bells
Of the finest silver spun,
Each tiny bell for the man that fell
When the Dandy drew his gun...

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