Ballad Of A Well-Known Gun Lyrics

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 They’ve Found Me
At Last They’ve Found Me
It’s Hard To Run
From A Starving Family

Now They’ve Found Me
Well I Won’t Run
I’m Tired Of Hearing
There Goes A Well-known Gun

Now I’ve Seen This Chain Gang
Lord, I Say Let Me See My Priest
I Couldn’t 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 They’ve Found Me
At Last They’ve Found Me
It’s Hard To Run
From A Starving Family

Now They’ve Found Me
Well, I Won’t Run
I’m Tired Of Hearing
There Goes The Well-known Gun

Now They’ve Found Me
Lord, I Say At Last They’ve Found Me
It’s Hard To Run
From A Starving Family

Lord, I Say Now They’ve Found Me
Well I Won’t Run
I’m Tired Of Hearing
I Said, There Goes A Well-known Gun

Lord, I Say Now They’ve Found Me
At Last They’ve Found Me
It’s Hard To Run
From A Starving Family

Now They’ve Found Me
I Won’t Run
And I’m Tired Of Hearing
There Goes A Well-known Gun