Have Gun, Will Travel reads the card of a man,
A knight without aror in a savage land.
His fast gun for hire, heeds the calling wind,
A soldier of fortune is the man called Paladin.
Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam?
Paladin, Paladin, far, far, from home.
He travels on to wherever he must:
A chess knight of silver is his badge of trust.
There are campfire legends that the plainsmen spin
Of the man with the gun, of the man called Pa-l-l-l-l-a-din.
Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam?
Paladin, Paladin, Far, far, from home.
