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Now the old gunfighter on the porch stared into the sun |
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And he relived the days of living by the gun |
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When deadly games of pride were played |
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And living was mistakes not made |
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And oh the smell of the black powder smoke |
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And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke |
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Oh, the smell of the black powder smoke |
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And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke |
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Now he can almost feel the weight of the gun |
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Ad it's always keep your back to the sun |
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And it's faster than snakes or a blink of the eye |
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And it's a time for all slow men to die |
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His eyes get squinty and his fingers twitch |
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And he empties his gun at the son of a bitch |
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And he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke |
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And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke |
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Oh hit by the smell of the black powder smoke |
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And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke |
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Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar |
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And he's back in his chair in front of the bar |
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And the streets are empty and the blood's all dried |
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And the dead are dust and the whiskey's inside |
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So buy him a drink and lend him an ear |
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He's nobody's fool and the only one here |
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That remembers the smell of the black powder smoke |
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And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke |
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Oh remember the smell of the black powder smoke |
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And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke |
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He said I stood in that street before it was paved |
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I learned shoot or be shot before I could shave |
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And I did it all for the money and fame |
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And noble was nothing but feeling no shame |
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And nothing was sacred 'cept stayin' alive |
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And all that I learned from a Colt 45 |
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Was to curse the smell of the black powder smoke |
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And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke |
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Oh curse the smell of the black powder smoke |
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And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke |
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Now he's just an old man that no one believes |
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And he says he's a gunfighter and the last of the breed |
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But there's ghosts in the street and they're seeking revenge |
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And they're calling him out to the lunatic fringe |
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Now he's out in the traffic and he's checking the sun |
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And he gets killed by a car as he goes for his gun |
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So much for the smell of the black powder smoke |
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And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke |
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So much for the smell of the black powder smoke |
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And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke |
