firepoint525 said:
On the subject of "Ringo," I am led to believe that one was a hit because enough people were led to believe it was about Ringo Starr! After all, 1964 was the year of the Beatles! (I haven't heard the song in a while, so I have no way of knowing that for sure.) And I'm sure the record company did absolutely nothing to dissuade them from believing that.
I continue to be amazed at what Google can find!:
They lie in boot hills all through the west.
The outlaws, the gunslingers, the Billy the Kidds and worse.
Say a fella like the coward that shot Bill Hickok in the back.
Theres always one like that in every time of history.
Most of them were varments, but every once in a while, in one of them,
there may have lived a man...
He lay face down in the desert sand
clutching a six gun in his hand
Shot from behind I though he was dead
for under his heart was an once of lead
But a spark still burned so I used my knife
and late that night I saved the life of Ringo
I nursed him 'til the danger passed
the days went by he mended fast
and then from dawn 'til setting sun
he practiced with that deadly gun
and hour and hour I watched in awe
No human being could match the draw
of Ringo
One day we rode the mountain crest
and I went east and he went west
I took to law and wore a star
while he spread terror near and far
with lead and blood he gained such fame
all through the west they feared the name
of Ringo
I knew someday I'd face the test
which one of us would be the best
and sure enough the word came down
that he was holed up in the town
I left the posse out on the street
and I went in alone to meet
Ringo
They said my speed was next to none
but my lightning draw had just begun
when I heard a blast that stunned my wrist
The gun went flying from my fist
and I was looking down the bore
of the deadly 44
of Ringo
They say that was the only time
that anyone had seen him smile
He slowly lowered his gun and then
he said to me "We're even, friend."
And so at last I understood
that there was still a spark of good
in Ringo
I blocked the path of his retreat
he turned and stepped into the street
a dozen guns spit fire and lead-
A moment later
he lay dead
The town began to shout and cheer
Nowhere was there shed a tear
for Ringo
The story spread throughout the land
that I had beaten Ringo's hand
and it was just the years they say
that made me put my guns away
but on his grave they can't explain
the tarnished star above the name
of Ringo
