Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ballad Of A Well-Known Gun, artist - Elton John. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
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 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 |