(Also sung to the tune of "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer")
By Beth
Jimmy the brooding gunman
None of the other riders
Jimmy had a tortured past;
Then Jimmy'd have to face him -
Had a very shiny gun.
And if he ever drew it,
You'd better turn around and run.
Could match his skill when firing shots.
But they always trusted Jimmy;
He'd be there for them - on the spot.
He could never rest.
Just when he would feel alright,
A drifter would demand a fight.
He knew it was his destiny.
Unfortunately for Hickok,
He'd go down in history.