Текст песни Rifleman

Nobody gave Mark McCain any trouble They knew the Rifleman was his Pa I saw Lucas on one of those "quit smoking" Schick Center commercials once It must be cool to have an iron jaw Whatever happened to the Rifleman? I've got a job for the Rifleman Whenever trouble came riding into North Fork The fearful fair folk were never alone The tall sod-buster led the bad guys make the first move Shot 'em full of lead said "Son let's go home" Whatever happened to the Rifleman? I've got a job for the Rifleman He really knew how to settle a score Mercy knocks on the devils door When I pray for peace and revel in war But I always wanted a shirt like Mark wore...