Just a little thing I thought up while listening to the song and playing F3.
From a shelter known as Vault 101
Rode a boy with a 10mm in his hand
And his daring life of crime
Made him a legend in his time
East and west of the Potomac River
Well, he started with a bar in Megaton
In the pocket of his vault suit, a 10mm he hid
And his age and his size
Took the tender by surprise
And the word spread of the Lone Wanderer
Well, he never traveled heavy
Yes, he always rode alone
And he soon put many older guns to shame
And he never had a sweetheart
And he never had a home
But the raider and the mutant knew his name
Well, he robbed his way from Megaton to Rivet City
And the Regulators could not seem to track him down
And it served his legend well
For the folks, they'd love to tell
'Bout when the Lone Wanderer came to town
Well, one cold day a posse captured the wanderer
And Lucas said, "String 'im up for what he did!"
And the settlers and their kin
Like the sea came pourin' in
To watch the hangin' of the lone wanderer
Well, he never traveled heavy
Yes, he always rode alone
And he soon put many older guns to shame
And he never had a sweetheart
But he finally found a home
Underneath the boothill grave that bears his name
I know it's not great but I got some enjoyment out of it.
