Guy Clark - The Last Gunfighter Ballad
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[00:00.000]The Last Gunfighter Ballad - Guy Clark
[00:01.449]The old gunfighter on the porch
[00:03.949]Stared into the sun
[00:06.318]And relived the days of living
[00:08.457]By the gun
[00:11.117]When deadly games of pride
[00:12.247]Were played
[00:13.757]And living was mistakes not made
[00:16.447]And the thought of the smell of
[00:17.727]The black powder smoke
[00:19.446]And the stand in the street
[00:20.686]At the turn of a joke
[00:22.646]Ah the smell of the black
[00:24.256]Powder smoke
[00:25.356]And the stand in the street
[00:26.525]At the turn of a joke
[00:29.414]And he can almost feel
[00:30.274]The weight of the gun
[00:32.124]It's always keep your
[00:33.244]Back to the sun
[00:34.814]It's faster than snakes
[00:35.804]Or the blink of an eye
[00:37.524]And it's a time for
[00:38.424]All slow men to die
[00:40.284]And his eyes get squinty
[00:41.884]And his fingers twitch
[00:43.513]And he empties the gun
[00:44.653]At the son of a b***h
[00:46.253]And he's hit by the smell of
[00:47.633]The black powder smoke
[00:49.153]And the stand in the street at
[00:50.663]The turn of a joke
[00:52.803]Hit by the smell of the
[00:53.963]Black powder smoke
[00:55.363]And the stand in the street
[00:56.413]At the turn of a joke
[00:59.813]Now the burn of a bullet
[01:00.773]Is only a scar
[01:02.823]He's back in his chair
[01:03.663]In front of the bar
[01:05.423]And the streets are empty
[01:06.483]And the blood's all dried
[01:08.143]And the dead are dust
[01:08.962]And the whiskey's inside
[01:11.741]So buy him a drink
[01:13.011]And lend him an ear
[01:14.491]He's nobody's fool
[01:15.560]And the only one here
[01:17.480]Who remembers the smell of
[01:18.890]The black powder smoke
[01:20.740]And the stand in the street
[01:21.950]At the turn of a joke
[01:24.209]Remember the smell of
[01:25.318]The black powder smoke
[01:27.128]And the stand in the street
[01:28.188]At the turn of a joke
[01:31.608]He said I stood in that street
[01:32.838]Before it was paved
[01:34.738]Learned shoot or be shot
[01:35.918]Before I could shave
[01:37.608]And I did it all for the
[01:39.128]Money and fame
[01:40.228]Noble was nothing
[01:41.158]But feeling no shame
[01:43.128]And nothing was sacred
[01:44.308]But stayin' alive
[01:45.978]And all that I learned
[01:47.068]From a Colt 45
[01:49.238]Was to curse the smell of
[01:50.648]The black powder smoke
[01:52.408]And the stand in the street
[01:53.658]At the turn of a joke
[01:55.877]Curse the smell of the black
[01:57.377]Powder smoke
[01:58.567]And the stand in the street
[01:59.777]At the turn of a joke
[02:03.047]Now he's just an old man
[02:04.407]That no one believes
[02:06.407]Says he's a gunfighter
[02:07.587]The last of the breed
[02:09.377]And there are ghosts
[02:10.137]In the street seeking revenge
[02:12.045]Calling him out to the
[02:13.355]Lunatic fringe
[02:15.914]Now he's out in the
[02:16.874]Traffic checking the sun
[02:19.463]And he's killed by a car
[02:20.963]As he goes for his gun
[02:22.993]So much for the smell of the
[02:24.743]Black powder smoke
[02:26.292]And the stand in the street
[02:27.512]At the turn of a joke
[02:29.542]So much for the smell of the
[02:31.332]Black powder smoke
[02:32.652]And the stand in the street
[02:33.872]At the turn of a joke
文本歌词
The Last Gunfighter Ballad - Guy Clark
The old gunfighter on the porch
Stared into the sun
And relived the days of living
By the gun
When deadly games of pride
Were played
And living was mistakes not made
And the thought of the smell of
The black powder smoke
And 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 he can almost feel
The weight of the gun
It's always keep your
Back to the sun
It's faster than snakes
Or the blink of an eye
And it's a time for
All slow men to die
And his eyes get squinty
And his fingers twitch
And he empties the gun
At the son of a b***h
And he's hit by the smell of
The black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at
The turn of a joke
Hit by 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
He's back in his chair
In front of the bar
And the streets are empty
And the blood's all dried
And the dead are dust
And the whiskey's inside
So buy him a drink
And lend him an ear
He's nobody's fool
And the only one here
Who remembers the smell of
The black powder smoke
And the stand in the street
At the turn of a joke
Remember the smell of
The black powder smoke
And the stand in the street
At the turn of a joke
He said I stood in that street
Before it was paved
Learned shoot or be shot
Before I could shave
And I did it all for the
Money and fame
Noble was nothing
But feeling no shame
And nothing was sacred
But stayin' alive
And all that I learned
From a Colt 45
Was to curse the smell of
The black powder smoke
And the stand in the street
At the turn of a joke
Curse 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 the breed
And there are ghosts
In the street seeking revenge
Calling him out to the
Lunatic fringe
Now he's out in the
Traffic checking the sun
And he's killed by a car
As he goes for his gun
So much for the smell of the
Black powder smoke
And the stand in the street
At the turn of a joke
So much for the smell of the
Black powder smoke
And the stand in the street
At the turn of a joke