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The Legend of Cannonball Sally

from WOULD​-​BE by Rubber Band Gun

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My my sally
Loading up your pistols
Knocking down ur shooting cans
With missiles

So Don’t you blink
Or you’ll miss em


My my sally
Riding on your dogs back
No one ever expects that
In combat

So ride at dawn
You little insomniac

You left behind your black bandana
There’s no need to hide your face
From the law man in the tower
Tryin to put you in the grave

you never let a fear
Keep you from the draw
Of the hundred who’ve come searching
for the one named Cannonball


My my Sally
Shark belts and buckles
Leather gloves with holes for your knuckles

A Golden star
Ain’t so subtle


You’ve seen their spirits leave and paint a dusty ghost
In the canyons crying vultures circle high above the smoke

You never spoke a word
To answer such a call
Just more powder in the barrel
From the one named cannonball


My my Sally
Fighting off those bounties
Wanted with reward in every county

That’s what you get
For being rowdy


A crystal clear reminder
came a knocking at your door
From the kin Of the fathers
That you knocked down to the floor

They caught you dreaming
Of a time when you were small
Long before they sought the legend
Of the one named cannonball

And the gloves they finally open
And the pistols finally fall

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from WOULD​-​BE, released April 11, 2022

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