Magnum

Cannons roared, in the valley they thundered, while the guns lit up the night
Then it rained and both sides wondered who is wrong and who is right?
On the wire like a ragged old scarecrow, bloody hands and broken back
When they fire, see him pirouette solo, jump in time to the rat-a-tat
What a night, though it's one of seven
What a night for the dancing dead
What a night to be called to heaven
What a picture to fill your head
By the wall, in silhouette standing, through a flash of sudden light
Cigarette from his mouth, just hanging, paper square to his heart, pinned tight
Gather round reluctant marksmen, one of them to take his life
With a smile, he gives them pardon, leaves the dark and takes the light