The Ballad of Paladin

Have gun will travel,
Reads the card of a man,
A knight without armor,
In a savage land,
His fast gun hire,
Heeds the calling wind,
A soldier of fortune,
Is a man called Paladin.
CHORUS:
Paladin, Paladin,
Where do you roam?
Paladin, Paladin,
Far, far from home
He travels on,
To where ever 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.
CHORUS
Far from home,
Far from home...