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      The Last Gunfighter Ballad

      The Last Gunfighter Ballad

      Johnny Cash

      Album: The Last Gunfighter Ballad

      The old gunfighter stood on the porch
      and stared into the sun
      And relived all the old days
      back when he was livin' by the gun
      When deadly games of pride were played
      and livin' 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
      The thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
      And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
      
      And it's always keep your back to the sun
      And you can almost feel the weight of that gun
      It's faster than snakes or a blink of the eye
      And it's a time for all slow men to die
      His eyes get squinty and he's straight as a log
      and he empties his gun at the dirty dog
      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
      And he's back in his chair in front of a bar
      And the streets are empty and the blood's all dried
      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 he's 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
      Remembers the smell of the black powder smoke
      And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
      
      Said I stood in that street before it was paved
      I learned to shoot or be shot before I could shave
      And I did it all for the money and the fame
      Noble was nothing but feelin' no shame
      And nothing was sacred but stayin' alive
      And all that I learned from a Colt .45
      Was to cuss the smell of the black powder smoke
      And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
      Cuss 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 nobody believes
      Says he's a gunfighter the last of this breed
      And there's ghosts in the street seekin' revenge
      Callin' him out to the lunatic fringe
      He's out in the traffic now 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

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