The loneliest cowboy zombie

Gypsies call me the loneliest cowboy zombie riding my stallion across the American pathways
I could be home holding my sweet heart instead I’m running away from the law
Now hear this, I’m getting tiered of being called an outlaw, then pointing this pearly colt gun on a young mans face
Banks post bounty on my name so greenhorns draw their pistols on me for fame and it hurts me to shoot them
They littered my trails with all of their tombstones and all their mothers kneel down to pray
I wish I could change the fate of their death but I know I’m the villain to blame
Now read this, I joined up with the Terence gang to rob the trains along the railway tracks
We’d uncouple the cars from the engine and steal money from all of the passengers
I thought I had found myself a fortune until Toothless shot Terence in the back
So now I beat Toothless in a fist fight so I could take over the gang and we’d hold up stage coaches running through canyons carrying gold bars to ships for export
As we camped on an Indian graveyard an native tribe took us by surprise
It was a bloody battle to the end but I just made it out alive only to witness my gang had fought there and died
Now I want to change my ways so I’m going home to see my sweetheart today
I will ask her for her hand in marriage and raise children of our own in the town
I rode in slow on a bucks Appaloosa and Grace had rushed out to my side
A sheriff with a Winchester riffle is aiming at you seeking your reward money
A shot rang out loud and Grace had screamed in pain
I drew my gun quick and squeeze the trigger, that tin soldier rolled off the jailhouse roof
Grace’s mom was sitting on the ground holding her dying child
Go away Zombifier and never come back! She cried out
So I mounted the horse and turn it around to face the sunset and said
You can call me the loneliest cowboy zombie