(One two three four...wait, that was too fast.)         One man, one man without a gun.   lonely...one man who stood alone.   His name was Jesus named after   a man who hung on a cross   he is not a man of consequence   Jesus did not have a prayer   for he was pitted against the sort of folks   that are not the sort of folks    who are the sort who care      One man, one man without a gun   lonely...one man who had no one   dying, he died a William Holden death   drunken, liquor upon his dying breath   his blood flowed, his mighty rivers blow,   but he did not suffer any pain   his final act was to not act at all   the nectar had boiled his brain      One man, one man without a gun   lonely...one man who stood alone   all dressed up with no place special to go   as he stands and knocks at the gates of heaven   the lord he was out    the gates were all locked up   a sign hung on the gate    said the lord would return at seven.      One man, one man without a gun   lonely... one man who stood alone   one man, one man without a gun   lonely... one man without anyone.