Letras
The old gunfighter on the porch stared into the sun
He relived the days of living by the gun
When deadly games of pride were played
And living was mistakes not made
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
And he can almost feel the weight of the gun
It's faster than snakes or a blink of an eye
And it's time for all slow men to die
His eyes get squinty and his fingers twitch
And he empties the gun into the son of a bitch
And he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke
The stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Yeah, he's 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's his only scar
And he's back in his chair in front of the bar
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 and lend him an ear
He's nobody's fool and the only one here
Who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke
The stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Yeah, 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
And I learned to shoot or be shot before I could shave
And I did it all for the money and fame
And noble was nothing but feeling no shame
Nothing was sacred except 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"
Yeah, 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
And he says he's a gunfighter, last of the breed
There's ghosts in the street and they're seeking revenge
And they're calling him out to the lunatic fringe
And 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