Ballad Of A Well-known Gun by 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