The Last Gunfighter Ballad Songtext

The last Gunfighter Ballad 1. Spoken: The old gunfighter stood on the porch and stared into the sun, and relived all the old days back when he was livin? by the gun; When deadly games of pride were played and livin? was mistakes not made, Sung: And the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke. The thought of the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke. 2. Spoken: And it?s always keep your back to the sun And you can almost feel the weight of the gun. It?s faster than snakes or the blink of an eye. And it?s a time for all slow men to die. His eyes get squinty and he?s straight as a long As he empties his gun at the dirty dog. Sung: And he?s hit by the smell of the black powder smog 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. 3. Spoken: Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar. And he?s back in his chair in front of the bar. And the streets are empty and the blood?s all dried. The dead are dust 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 on here Sung: Who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke: Remembers the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke. 4. Spoken: He said: ?I stood in that street before it was paved; I learned to shoot or be shoot before I could shave. And I did it all for the money an the fame; Noble was nothing but feeling no shame. And nothing was sacred but staying alive, And all that I learned from a Colt 45 Sung: 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.? 5. Spoken: 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 seeking revenge, Calling him out to the lunatic fringe. He?s out in the traffic now, checking the sun. And he?s killed by a car a he goes for his gun. Sung: 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.