Where the four winds blow
and it's five miles wide,
where a sixgun rules and a man can't hide,
a man can play, and a man can win,
Lucky Luke rides again!
Lucky Luke, born to ride,
with a sixgun by his side,
Lucky Luke, here's to you!
There's a man who waits,
over yonder hill,
and when he shoots, he shoots to kill,
but he don't know, that in the end,
Lucky Luke will ride again!
Lucky Luke, born to ride,
with a sixgun by his side,
Lucky Luke, here's to you!
On the dusty trail,
'neath the western sky,
where the sun shines hard enough to fry,
a cowboys dream must never end,
Lucky Luke rides again!
Lucky Luke, born to ride,
with a sixgun by his side,
Lucky Luke, here's to you!
Lucky Luke, born to ride,
with a sixgun by his side,
Lucky Luke, here's to you!
Lucky Luke, born to ride,
with a sixgun by his side,
Lucky Luke, here's to you! |
