Ballad of a Well-Known Gun
I pulled out my Stage Coach Times
And I read the latest news
I tapped my feet in dumb surprise
And of course I saw they knew
The Pinkertons pulled out my bags
And asked me for my name
I stuttered out my answer
And hung my head in shame
Now theyve found me
At last theyve found me
Its hard to run
From a starving family
Now theyve found me
Well I wont run
Im tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun
Now Ive seen this chain gang
Lord I say let me see my priest
I couldnt have faced your desert sand
Old burning brown backed beast
The poor house they hit me for my kin
And claimed my crumbling walls
Now I know how Reno felt
When he ran from the law
Now theyve found me
At last theyve found me
Its hard to run
From a starving family
Now theyve found me
Well I wont run
Im tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun
Now theyve found me
Lord I say at last theyve found me
Its hard to run
From a starving family
Lord I say now theyve found me
Well I wont run
Im tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun
Lord I say now theyve found me
At last theyve found me
Its hard to run
From a starving family
Now theyve found me
I wont run
Im tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun
