Bright Christmas*
(Mag-Seven style)
*Sung to the tune of ’White Christmas’
| I'm dreaming of a skilled tracker Who swept the street outside a store, 'Til without no flinchin' He stopped a lynchin' 'Cuz Vin shoots and saves and scores. I'm dreaming of the town's healer Who's very dexterous with a knife. With his neck in danger An unknown stranger Helped Vin Tanner save his life. I'm dreaming of a tough gunman Dressed up in black from head to toe. And his tragic history's Not still a mystery 'Cuz Buck let Miz Travis know. I'm dreaming of a stud cowboy Who's also handy with a gun. When not with a lady, He helps out JD. Spends life mostly havin' fun. I'm dreaming of a green sheriff Who found his family in this town. The lad lost his mother But found a brother. JD's life got turned around. I'm dreaming of an ex-preacher Who had a vision of some crows. And he's strong, not silent And sometimes violent. The man's had his share of woes. I'm dreaming of a cute conman Who dressed himself in women's clothes. Ezra's prone to rambling, And often gambling. He's not humble and it shows. LAST VERSE: I'm dreaming of the Mag Seven. I hope they visit you tonight. May your dreams be merry and bright And your favorite cowboy(s) Spend the night. |