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The Last Gunfighter Ballad
Lyricist:Guy Clark
Now the old gunfighter on the porch stared into the sun And he relived the days of living by the gun When deadly games of pride were played And living was mistakes not made
And oh the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Oh, the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Now he can almost feel the weight of the gun Ad it's always keep your back to the sun And 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 his fingers twitch And he empties his gun at the son of a bitch
And he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Oh hit by the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
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 And 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 the only one here
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com That remembers the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Oh remember the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
He said I stood in that street before it was paved I learned shoot or be shot before I could shave And I did it all for the money and fame And noble was nothing but feeling no shame And nothing was sacred 'cept stayin' alive And all that I learned from a Colt 45
Was to curse the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Oh curse the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Now he's just an old man that no one believes And he says he's a gunfighter and the last of the breed But there's ghosts in the street and they're seeking revenge And they're calling him out to the lunatic fringe Now he's out in the traffic and he's checking the sun And he gets 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
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