the good guys wore white hats

the bad guys wore black   i wanted

to wear gray   i longed to be

one of the boys in the background

murmuring under my breath

while playing poker in the saloon

or slouching at the bar with my foot

on the rail   swilling cheap whiskey

waiting for orders from the boss

to head for the pass to cut off

the stagecoach that was carrying

the strongbox from silver city to town

it seemed like easy work at the time

and i'll admit   it's worked out for me