[ Featuring Bill's Unnamed Band Project ]
Out of the dry desert plains there came a drifter
He could be a gambler a soldier a farmer a grifter
He could be a doctor a lawyer a drunkard a ranger
But one thing was sure this man this man was a stranger
Strangers you see held mystery
They could be trouble or write history
They could bring rapturous joy or grave danger
These are the chances you take
When you welcome a stranger
Our little town held just a few hundred
And we'd dealt these souls in the past who aimlessly wandered
We looked on this new soul with caution suspicion and care
And vowed we would never be caught unaware
Strangers you see held mystery
They could be trouble or write history
They could bring fortune or famine or grief
They could give all or take like a thief
They could spell heartache
Or soothe with belief
Our stranger arrived barely alive
Scorched by the sun don't know how he survived
He carried a warning and so saved the day
A fierce band of outlaws was riding our way
We gathered our rifles and shotguns and shells
And when the gang came we unleashed seven hells
The few bandits surviving flew off in regret
While our stranger proved a friend we just hadn't met yet
He'd selflessly ridden to save all our lives
Our friends and our neighbors
Our children and wives
And what did he ask in exchange for this deed?
Not a parcel of land and a wagon of seed
All that he asked was a bath and beer
Now we're drinking and singing"There are no strangers here"
