The Last Gunfighter Ballad

        Em
Now the old gunfighter on the porch
 D
stared into the sun
    C                    G
and relived the days of living by the gun
     Em
when deadly games of pride were played
     D
and living was mistakes not made
         C
and the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
         D                         G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
 C                    G
Ah, the smell of the black powder smoke
         D                          G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

           Em
And he can almost feel the weight of the gun
         D
and it's always keep your back to the sun
         C
and it's faster than snakes or a blink of the eye
           G
and it's a time for all slow men to die
        Em
and his eyes get squinty and his fingers twitch
       D
and he empties the gun at the son of a bitch
         C
and he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
        D                          G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C                      G
hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
        D                          G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

        Em
Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar
     D
he's back in his chair in front of the bar
        C
and the streets are empty and the blood's all dried
        G
and the dead are dust and the whiskey's inside
   Em
so buy him a drink and lend him an ear
     D
he's nobody's fool and the only one here
    C
who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke
        D                          G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C                         G
remember the smell of the black powder smoke
        D                          G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

          Em
He said I stood in that street before it was paved
        D
learned shoot or be shot before I could shave
      C
and I did it all for the money and fame
G
noble was nothing but feeling no shame
    Em
and nothing was sacred 'sept stayin' alive
    D
and all that I learned from a Colt 45
       C
was to curse the smell of the black powder smoke
        D                          G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C                      G
curse the smell of the black powder smoke
        D                          G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

Em
Now he's just an old man that no one believes
D
says he's a gunfighter, the last of the breed
              C
and there are ghosts in the street seeking revenge
G
calling him out to the lunatic fringe
         Em
now he's out in the traffic checking the sun
         D
and he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun
   C
So much for the smell of the black powder smoke
        D                          G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
   C                         G
so much for the smell of the black powder smoke
        D                          G
and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

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