Song about a maniac killin’ cowboy.

I was 10
You were 9
Free of fear
Life was fine
Then the crooks
shot you down
Set a fire
to out home town

Everybody
needs to die
I hear screaming
and the hellhounds cry
I said sherrif
You are wrong
It’s the sound
of my smoking gun

The sherrif left me
on the land
Withouf shelter
or a friend
I walked for days
never saw a town
Then met some cowboys
and shot ‘em down

With my smoking gun
My smoking gun