The Rifleman (voices only) Lyrics
Nobody gave Mark McCain any trouble
They knew the Rifleman was his Pa
I saw Lucas on one of those "quit smoking"
Schick Center commercials once
It must be cool to have an iron jaw
Whatever happened to the Rifleman?
I've got a job for the Rifleman
Whenever trouble came riding into North Fork
The fearful fair folk were never alone
The tall sod-buster led the bad guys make the first move
Shot 'em full of lead said "Son let's go home"
Whatever happened to the Rifleman?
I've got a job for the Rifleman
He really knew how to settle a score
Mercy knocks on the devils door
When I pray for peace and revel in war
But I always wanted a shirt like Mark wore...
