Out where the sun sets on the desert's embrace,
A legend was born with a fearless grace,
Ric McClune, the gunfighting king,
In the wild, wild west, where the stories sing.
Oh, Ric McClune, a gunfighter's pride,
With blazing six-shooters by your side,
In the heat of the showdown, you stood tall,
A gun slinging legend, revered by all.
Through tumbleweeds rolling and dust-filled air,
You faced down your rivals with a steady glare,
Quick on the draw, a true gunslinger's hand.
Ric McClune, your aim was true, In duels at high noon, you always knew,
With nerves of steel, you faced them all,
A gun slinging legend, ready to brawl.
