Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Last Gunfighter Ballad, artist - Johnny Cash. Date of issue: 25.04.2011
Song language: English
The Last Gunfighter Ballad |
| 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 |
| It’s always keep your back to the sun |
| and he can almost feel the weight of the gun |
| 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 bitch |
| 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 |