The Last Gunfighter Ballad cover
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The Last Gunfighter Ballad Lyrics Meanings
by Steve Earle & The Dukes

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The Last Gunfighter Ballad Lyrics

The old gunfighter on the porch stared into the sun
And relived the days of living by the gun
When deadly games of pride were played
And living was mistakes not made
And the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Ah, the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

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

Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar
And he's back at his chair in front of the bar
And the streets are empty and the blood's all dried
And the dead are dust and the whiskey's inside
So buy him a drink, lend him an ear
'Cause he's nobody's fool and the only one here
Who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
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
I learned to 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 but staying 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"

He's just an old man, now, that no one believes
That says he's a gunfighter, the last of the breed
And there are ghosts in the street and they're seeking revenge
Calling him out to the lunatic fringe
Now he's out in the traffic and 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

Writer(s): Guy Clark
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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