He travels on to wherever he must
A chess knight of silver is his badge of trust
There are campfire legends that the plainsmen sing
Of the man with the gun, of the man called Paladin.
Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam
Paladin, Paladin, far, far from home

Black clad stranger in a shroud of death
Impending bloodshed but one last breath
Sometimes justice takes a cooler head
The steady hand and the wisdom of a man called Paladin.
Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam
Paladin, Paladin, far, far from home

In San Francisco a hotel home
Lives a businessman warrior who stands alone
For a thousand dollars silver he will come
Or for the good that he chooses to do as courtly Paladin.
Paladin, Paladin, where do you roam
Paladin, Paladin, far, far from home

Far from home, far from home.




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