Ballad Of A Well-Known Gun — Elton John

Music by elton john Lyrics by bernie taupin Available on the album tumbleweed connection

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

Now they've found me Lord i say at last they've found me It's hard to run From a starving family Lord i say now they've found me Well i won't run I'm tired of hearing There goes a well-known gun

Lord i say 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 I won't run I'm tired of hearing There goes a well-known gun