Then into town rides a man on an ass.

He wears a stitched leather hat, a poncho and dusty riding clothes. He smokes a cheap cigar and slung by his hip is a mean looking Smith and Wesson six-stringer.

Suddenly from the shadows leap the hired thugs of - (oh I don't know... some bad dude necessary to the plot who dies in the last reel) - the stranger flips his six stringer from his side with lightning speed and plays...

The chord with no name...!

WA-OO-AH-OH-AH! WAH! WAH! WAH!

Hyp