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 took down my bag
As they asked me for my name
I stuttered out my answer
And hung my head in shame
Yes they’ve found me
At last they’ve found me
It’s hard to run from
From a starving family
Yes they’ve found me
I won’t run
I’m tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun
I have seen your chain gang
Lord now let me see the priest
I cannot take the desert sands
Old burning brown backed beast
The poor house got me for my kin
And claimed my crumbling walls
Now I know how Reno felt
When he ran from the law
Yes they’ve found me
At last they’ve found me
It’s hard to run
From a starving family
Yes they’ve found me
I won’t run
I’m tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun
They found me
At last they’ve found me
It’s hard to run
From a starving family
Yes they’ve found me
I won’t run
I’m tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun
There goes a well known gun / yes they’ve found me
Yeah at last they found me
Yeah at last they found me
Its hard to run
From a starving family
Yes they’ve found me
I wont run
Im tired of hearing
There goes a well known gun