Lyrics

Speak up, you rusty .45 How many can you name, that you've faced and left alive? How many bit the dust, left there lying in the street? Did you get 'em in the back, or did you face 'em on their feet? Oh yes you've had your day, you were known for slinging lead Those behind you laughed and shouted Those in front lie dead There was Lightning Sam, and Callahan And a rustler known as Newt There was Utah Pete, and The One-Eyed Jack To mention just a few So you won't you tell me just how you feel? Now that all your battles have been won Speak up, weave no secrets For I am the man, and you are The gun Yes you're the gun that tamed the west And I am the last one that you faced Those that came before you Were beaten and disgraced She cheered me, and she wined me On the day that I shot her down I heard my heroes echo All through that Western town And then, although I beat him He became my own downfall For I placed you in my holster To see how many more I could stall The very next fight, he got me Left me dying and outdone But it wasn't him that beat me It was you, yes you The gun So go ahead, fire away See if I care I think I'll take a walk in the desert Catch me a breath of fresh air And when some stranger comes a-calling Tell him the story that I've shunned For I know you'll seek the victor Was it me, or was it you? The gun The gun The gun The gun