Once upon a ruthless time. Lived a man folks thought was kind. People called him laughing Will. But inside he loved to kill. Ruled a city with his mob. A connoisseur on the way to rob. And some refused him they’re dead or lame. And old Will always dodged the blame. Johnny could not help be near. But he saw Will’s face quite clear. Old Will Parker saw him run. Followed with his smoking gun. He was just a fairground boy. A-helping him on the wheel of joy. He pulled no punches he played the game. But Old Will shot him just the same