Gunslinger, (A Ballad for Adult Westerns)

Gunslinger, gunslinger, where did you go wrong?

When you were a child did the Cheyenne and Sioux

Refuse to play nicely with you?

Did you always feel you didn't belong?

Gunslinger

You killed one hundred and thirty men, my darling

And now you'd like to settle down

But other gunslingers are a-gunnin' for you

And a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do

My darling

Gunslinger, gunslinger, where did you go wrong?

When you were a child, were you forced to compete

With brothers you never could beat?

Did you always feel you didn't belong?

Gunslinger

Don't wear your guns in town today, my darling

Last night, you cried out, "Mother, dear"

You got a recurrent dream in your craw

And that dream of your maw will inhibit your draw

My darling

Gunslinger, gunslinger, please take my advice

You know in your mind that you're plumb insecure

And that killing a man is real immature

It's just an attention-getting device

Gunslinger

There you lie dead in the dust, gunslinger

And now your myth begins

Out in the West the folks all believe

You faced and killed the toughest hombres of your day

But time has exposed your feet of clay

Current researches have clearly shown

That ninety-three-point-six percent of the gunmen you killed

Were simply accident-prone

Gunslinger