{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"RINGO by LORNE GREENE","author_name":"kustragabor","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/kustragabor","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/dalszoveg.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=567524&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/dalszoveg.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/dalszoveg.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=567524&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/dalszoveg.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":" LORNE GREENE\r\n\"Ringo\"\r\n\r\nHe lay face down in the desert sand\r\nClutching his six-gun in his hand\r\nShot from behind, I thought he was dead\r\nBut under his heart was an ounce of lead\r\nBut a spark still burned so I used my knife\r\nAnd late that night I saved the life of Ringo\r\n\r\n(Ringo... Ringo . . .)\r\n\r\nI nursed him till the danger passed\r\nThe days went by, he mended fast\r\nThen from dawn till setting sun\r\nHe practiced with that deadly gun\r\nAnd hour on hour I watched in awe\r\nNo human being could match the draw of Ringo\r\n\r\n(Ringo... Ringo... )\r\n\r\nOne day we rode the mountain crest\r\nAnd I went east and he went west\r\nI took to law and wore a star\r\nWhile he spread terror near and far\r\nWith lead and blood he gained such fame\r\nAll throught the West they feared the name of Ringo\r\n\r\n(Ringo... Ringo... )\r\n\r\nI knew someday I'd face the test\r\nWhich one of us would be the best\r\nAnd sure enough the word came down\r\nThat he was holed up in the town\r\nI left the posse out in the street\r\nAnd I went in alone to meet Ringo\r\n\r\n(Ringo... Ringo... )\r\n\r\nThey said my speed was next to none\r\nBut my lightning draw had just begun\r\nWhen I heard a blast that stung my wrist\r\nThe gun went flying from my fist\r\nAnd I was looking down the bore\r\nOf the deadly .44 of Ringo\r\n\r\n(Ringo... Ringo... )\r\n\r\nThey say that was the only time\r\nThat anyone had seen him smile\r\nHe slowly lowered his gun and then\r\nHe said to me \"We're even, friend\"\r\nAnd so at last I understood\r\nThat there was still a spark of good in Ringo\r\n\r\n(Ringo... Ringo... )\r\n\r\nI blocked the path of his retreat\r\nHe turned and stepped into the street\r\nA dozen guns spit fire and lead\r\nA moment later, he lay dead\r\nThe town began to shout and cheer\r\nNowhere was there shed a tear for Ringo\r\n\r\n(Ringo... Ringo... )\r\n\r\nThe story spread throughout the land\r\nThat I had beaten Ringo's hand\r\nAnd it was just the years, they say\r\nThat made me put my guns away\r\nBut on his grave they can't explain\r\nThe tarnished star above the name of Ringo\r\n\r\n(Ringo... Ringo... )\r\n(Ringo... Ringo... )","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/5\/6\/7\/_\/567524_21132_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"567524"}