Lyrics

See the gun that won the West Ride with one of the best Where the buffalo roam I'm makin' my home Where the evening sun dies I'll be sleeping under Indian skies With the Blackfoot and Crow Shoshone and Cree Where the white man don't go That's where I'll be Cos the gun in my hand'll bring Peace to the Bad Lands Run, Frank and Jesse James Gonna shoot me down in flames Where the Pinkertons fail I'm blazing a trail Down in Abilеne I'll be eating my pork and bеans Let the prairie dogs howl Clear a grove on the hill Cos I'm on the prowl And I'm shooting to kill Yeah, the gun in my hand'll bring Peace to the Bad Lands Pine scented winds tumble down From the Rockies to the plain Where tall in the saddle The cattle kings reign And the weekend cowboy is riding the range The weekend cowboy is riding the range again In a hail of flying lead The Daltons all lay dead In the noonday sun They fell foul of my gun Pat Garrett went and hid While I walked out to face the Kid Where the Red River flows Through Texas to the Bay From the cold Montana snows To the dust of Santa Fe Yeah, the gun in my hand'll bring Peace to the Bad Lands