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The Last Gunfighter Ballad
Murder Murder
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The old gunfighter on the porch stares into the sun
And relives the days of living by the gun
When living was mistakes not made
And deadly games of pride were played
And the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
The stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Ah, the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
And it's always keep your back to the sun
He can almost feel the weight of the gun
And it's faster than snakes or the blink of an eye
Time for all slow men to die
And his eyes get squinty, fingers twitch
He empties his gun at the son of a bitch
And he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
The stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Ah, 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 at the front of the bar
And the streets are empty and the blood's all dried
Dead or dust, whiskey's inside
So buy him a drink, lend him an ear
He's nobody's fool and the only one here
Who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke
The stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Ah, the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
See, I stood in that street before it was paved
Learned sure to be shot before I could shave
I did it all for the money and fame
And noble was nothing 'cept feeling no shame
And nothing was sacred 'cept staying alive
All that I learned from a Colt 45
Was to curse the smell of the black powder smoke
The stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Ah, 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
Says he's a gunfighter, the last of his breed
And there's ghosts in the streets seeking revenge
And turning him out to the lunatic fringe
He's out in the traffic, checking the sun
He's hit by a car as he goes for his gun
So much for the smell of the black powder smoke
The stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Ah, the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke