Had to do a little re-write and cut out 4 verses {still quite long} the original lyrics are over in "songwriting". If any of you country singers/twangers find it enjoyable or just want a challenge I'd be glad to send you the BT/tracks I made for this, I know it could be so much better with some talent {PM me if your interested...Thanks}
Here's my sad attempt and the lyrics used in it...
Attachment 7555
Silently he rode to town, like a ghost against the sky
He cast an evil shadow, some folks were gonna die
Revenge had taken hold of him, and settled in his eyes
It had only been a day now, since he laid her in the ground
her son wrapped in her arms so tight, same way they were found
Tied against his leg now , was his friend the "Devil's Hound"
The devil's hound you see, was an old Colt 45
A trusted friend who more than once, helped him stay alive
He could feel his fingers tingle, he could sense their speed revive
He slid off of the saddle, onto the dusty street
Tied his horse up in the shade yeah, to avoid the mid-day heat
Then he called the Johnson boys out, for their maker they shall meet
"We're on our way" They hollered back, "the fun's about to start"
See joy to them was killing, cold blood ran thru their hearts
Out thru the swinging doors, went Joe, Frank, Clyde, and Bart
Clyde being the oldest, said "Boy's, this one is mine"
The stranger softly said "Y'All at once will be just fine"
He looked them in the eyes and said "Boys It's the end of the line"
Tension grew as thick as mud, you could cut it with a knife
The stranger smiled tipped his hat, said "Say goodbye to life"
I swear I saw him wink and say, "this one's for my wife"
Frank Joe and Bart now, fell dead without much sound
and Clyde stood in-disbelief, his empty shells on the ground
Standing so defenseless, against the devil's hound
The stranger said "don't worry, for I have saved you one"
"But don't think that this favor, makes up for damage done"
As he blew half of Clyde's face off, he said "That one's for my son"
The Devil's Hound had one more job, onto his knees he fell
He made a cross like gesture, towards the churches bell
"I'll be home in a moment love", I still have one more shell"
maybe I'm destined to be a story teller more than a lyricist 
