The Last Gunfighter Ballad
Ton : DCapo 4English
Couplet
The Bmold gunfighter stood on the porch and Astared into sun
And Grelived all the old days back when he was Dlivin' by the gun
When Bmdeadly games of pride were played and Alivin' was mistakes not made
And the Gthought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the Astand in the street at the Dturn of a joke
The Gthought of the smell of the Dblack powder smoke
And the Astand in the street at the Dturn of a joke
Couplet
And it's always keep your back to the sun
And you can almost feel the weight of that gun
It's faster than snakes or a blink of the eye
And it's a time for all slow men to die
His eyes get squinty and he's straight as log
As he empties his gun at the dirty dog
And he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Couplet
Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar and he's back
In his chair in front of a bar
And the streets're empty and the blood's all dried
The dead 're dust and and the whiskey's inside
So buy him a drink and lend him an ear he's nobody's fool
And he's the only one here
Who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Remember the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Couplet
Said I stood in that street before it was paved I learned
The shoot or be shot before I could shave
And I did it all for the money and the fame noble was nothing but feelin' no shame
And nothing was sacred but stayin' alive and all that I learned from a Colt 45
Was to cuss the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Cuss the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Couplet
Now he's just an old man that nobody believes says
He's a gunfighter the last of his breed
And there's ghosts in the street seekin' revenge
Callin' him out to the lunatic fringe
He's out in the traffic now checking the sun
And he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun
So much for the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
So much for the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke