A Memory

A Memory -   By Paul McCann 

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There’s dust on the street and a wind from the west , blows the dust at my feet , so I took a rest where the tumbleweeds spin through the dust in the wind .

Now in the wild west where the gun is the law , there’s no law more or less , just quick on the draw  and the six shooters spin through the dust in the wind .

I’ve seen too many fallen heroes , dead as the dust in the wind  Just a memory where the wind blows , they’re dust in the wind .

Life passes away until all that remains are bones in the clay . Beneath western plains , its dark and its dim  like the dust in the wind .

I’ve seen too many fallen heroes , dead as the dust in the wind  Just a memory where the wind blows , they’re dust in the wind .