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I rode out of Kansas City, going south to Mexico |
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I was running, dodging danger, left the girl that I loved so |
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Far behind lay Kansas City and the past that I had earned |
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Twenty notches on my six gun, marked the lessons I had learned |
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Many times I sold my fast gun for a place to lay my head |
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Till the nights began to haunt me by the men that I left dead |
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Couldn't stand it any longer with this life that I'd begun |
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So I said goodbye to Jeannie and became a running gun |
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I rode into Amarillo as the sun sank in the west |
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My thoughts in Kansas City and the girl that I love best |
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As I smiled and kissed her gently and then turned away to go |
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Said I'd send for her to meet me when I reached old Mexico |
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I had barely left the saddle and my foot just touched the ground |
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When a cold voice from the shadows told me not to turn around |
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Said he knew about my fast gun, knew the price paid by the law |
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Challenged by a bounty hunter, so I turned around to draw |
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I knew someday I'd meet him, for his hand like lightning flashed |
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My own gun stood in leather as his bullet tore its path |
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As my strength was slowly fading, I could see him walk away |
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And I knew that where I lie tonight, he too must lie some day |
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Now the crowd is slowly gathering but my eyes are growing dim |
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And my thoughts return to Jeannie and the home that we had planned |
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Oh, please tell her, won't you, mister, that she's still the only one |
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But a woman's love is wasted when she loves a running gun |
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Running gun, running gun |
