Ballad of a Well-known Gun Lyrics

Ballad Of A Well-Known Gun

Music by Elton John . lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Album Tumbleweed Connection 1970

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 a well-known gun