He is no stranger to the settlers
And the bad men know his fame.
They speak of him in whispers
But they never use his name.
They call him the Rifleman.
The strong, courageous Rifleman.
A great big mountain of a man.
He never reaches for his rifle
Except when he's attacked.
He reckons there's a time to speak
And there's a time to act.
They call him the Rifleman.
The strong, courageous Rifleman.
A great big mountain of a man.
They know that when it comes to marksmanship,
He's better than the best.
Still, someone's always fool
Enough to put him to the test.
They call him the Rifleman.
The strong, courageous Rifleman.
A great big mountain of a man.
To every lad who comes to him
To learn the secret of his art
He tells them there's no medicine
To heal a coward's heart.
They call him the Rifleman.
The strong, courageous Rifleman.
A great big mountain of a man.There is a moral to his exploits
And he's taught it to his son...
"Speak softly to your enemy.
But let him see your gun."
They call him the Rifleman.
The strong, courageous Rifleman.
A great big mountain of a man.Music: Herschel Burke Gilbert.
Lyrics: Alfred Perry.
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