A Sheriff's Struggle

I am the sheriff of this crooked town,
And I’ve done my best to maintain order,
But most folks here are guilty of murder.
It’s impossible to take these thugs down!
All these outlaws have a hold on this town.
They stick up saloons to collect plunder,
And all there stare in absolute wonder.
He who brings order here deserves a crown.

But then there’s the handful of good people:
Those that would never hurt a single fly,
Those that try their very best to do right,
Those that look up to God’s holy steeple,
Or perhaps to something else in the sky;
They’re what keep me going, night after night.