Subject: The Last Gunfighter Ballad-Guy Clark
From: Fiercecravinband@cs.com
Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2003 03:05:35 EDT
To: settler@mailer.uni-marburg.de

Thanks to the Fiercecravinband!!!



The Last Gunfighter Ballad

G           Em                                                       D                                     C                                                                G
          The old gunfighter on the porch  stared into the sun           re   -    lived the days of living by the gun  
Em                                                                           D                                                           C
when deadly games of pride were played       living was mistakes not made     and the thought of the smell of the black
                                            D                                         G              
powder smoke    and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C                                  G                                       D                                                       G       
Ah, the smell of the black powder smoke     and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke


Em                                                                                           D
and he can almost feel the weight of the gun         It's always keep your back to the sun
C                                                                                                   G
it's faster than snakes or the blink of an eye         and it's a time for all slow men to die
              Em                                                                                          D
and his eyes get squinty and his fingers twitch             and he empties the gun at the son of a bitch
                C                                                                                               D                                        G
and he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke      and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
C                                      G                                                    D                                        G
hit by the smell of the black powder smoke     and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke


                  Em                                                                 D
Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar          he's back in his chair in front of the bar
                C                                                                                             G                                                                
and the streets are empty and the blood's all dried           and the dead are dust and the whiskey's inside
        Em                                                                          D
so buy him a drink and lend him an ear         he's nobody's fool and the only one here
           C                                                                                                      D                                       G
who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke     and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
    C                                         G                                                    D                                        G
remember the smell of the black powder smoke    and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke


He said I stood in that street before it was paved   learned shoot or be shot before I could shave
and I did it all for the money and fame        noble was nothing but feeling no shame
and nothing was sacred say stayin' alive         and all that I learned from a Colt 45
was to curse the smell of the black powder smoke   and the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
curse 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 no one believes    says he's a gunfighter, the last of the breed
and there are ghosts in the street seeking revenge    calling him out to the lunatic fringe
now he's out in the traffic 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