Elton John "Ballad Of A Well Known Gun" paroles

Ballad Of A Well Known Gun

I pulled out my Stage Coach TimesAnd I read the latest newsI tapped my feet in dumb surpriseAnd of course I saw they knewThe Pinkertons pulled out my bagsAnd asked me for my nameI stuttered out my answerAnd hung my head in shame

Now they've found meAt last they've found meIt's hard to runFrom a starving familyNow they've found meWell I won't runI'm tired of hearingThere goes a well-known gun

Now I've seen this chain gangLord I say let me see my priestI couldn't have faced your desert sandOld burning brown backed beastThe poor house they hit me for my kinAnd claimed my crumbling wallsNow I know how Reno feltWhen he ran from the law

Now they've found meAt last they've found meIt's hard to runFrom a starving familyNow they've found meWell I won't runI'm tired of hearingThere goes a well-known gun

Now they've found meLord I say at last they've found meIt's hard to runFrom a starving familyLord I say now they've found meWell I won't runI'm tired of hearingThere goes a well-known gun

Lord I say now they've found meAt last they've found meIt's hard to runFrom a starving familyNow they've found meI won't runI'm tired of hearingThere goes a well-known gun