By Glenn Shorrock
I feel like a gunslinger,
Who just road into town,
I feel like a gunslinger,
And my gun's hung way down.
Frightened eyes,
From behind closed windows,
Watching me and everywhere that I go.
Gunslinger, we're watching you,
Gunslinger, whatcha gonna do,
But I ain't a gunslinger,
I'm afraid you've got it all wrong,
You see I'm only a rock singer,
And I won't be in your town for long.
So there's no need,
To lock up all your daughters,
It's only me and I know what I should and ought to do.
Um, gunslinger, we're watching you,
Gunslinger, whatcha gonna do,
Frightened eyes from behind closed windows,
Watching me and everywhere that I go.
Gunslinger, we're watching you,
Gunslinger, whatcha gonna do.
So tell me, tell me, tell me,
Oh ho, gunslinger, whatcha gonna do.
Um hum, gunslinger