Ballad of a Well-Known Gun

I pulled out my Stagecoach Times

And I read the latest news

I tapped my feet in dumb surprise

And of course I saw they knew

The Pinkerton's pulled out my bags

And asked me for my name

I stuttered out my answer

And hung my head in shame

Now they've found me

At last they've found me

It's hard to run

From a starvin' family

Now they've found me

Well, I won't run

I'm tired of hearin'

There goes a well-known gun

Now I've seen this chain gang

Lord, I said, let me see my priest

I couldn't have faced your desert sand

Old burnin' brown backed beast

The poor house, they hit me for my kin

And claimed my crumblin' walls

Now I know how Reno felt

When he ran from the law

Now they've found me

At last they've found me

It's hard to run

From a starvin' family

Now they've found me

No, I won't run

I'm tired of hearin'

There goes the well-known gun

Now they've found me

Lord, I said, at last they've found me

It's hard to run

From a starvin' family

Lord, I said, now they've found me

Well, I won't run

I'm tired of hearin'

I said, oh, there goes the well-known gun

Gun

Lord, I said, now they've found me

At last they've found me

It's hard to run

From a starvin' family

Now they've found me

And I won't run

And I'm tired of hearin'

There goes the well-known gun

Oh, the well-known gun

(Now they've found me)

There goes a well-known gun

(At last they've found me)

There goes a well-known gun

(Now they've found me)

There goes a well-known gun

(At last they've found me)

There goes a well-known gun

(Now they've found me)

There goes a well-known gun

(At last they've found me)

There goes a well-known gun

(Now they've found me)

There goes a well-known gun

(At last they've found me)

There goes a well-known gun