Lived a man folks thought was kind
People called him laughing Will
But inside he loved to kill
Ruled a city with his mob
A connoisseur on the way to rob
And some refused him, they're dead or lame
And old Will always dodged the blame
Johnny could not help be near
But he saw Will's face quite clear
Old Will Parker saw him run
Followed with his smoking gun
He was just a fairground boy
A-helping him on the wheel of joy
He pulled no punches, he played the game
But Old Will shot him just the same
Once upon a ruthless time Lived a man folks thought was kind People called him laughing Will But inside he loved to kill Ruled a city with his mob A connoisseur on the way to rob And some refused him, they're dead or lame And old Will always dodged the blame Johnny could not help be near But he saw Will's face quite clear Old Will Parker saw him run Followed with his smoking gun He was just a fairground boy A-helping him on the wheel of joy He pulled no punches, he played the game But Old Will shot him just the same Explain Request ×
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