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Speak up, you rusty forty-five
How many can you name that you faced and left alive?
How many bit the dust, left there lyin' 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 slingin' lead
Those behind you laughed and shouted, those in front lie dead
There was Lightnin' Sam and Callahan
And a rustler known as Lou
There was Utah Pete and the One-Eyed Jack
To mention just a few
So won't you tell me just how you feel
Now that all your battles have been won?
Speak up, we've no secrets
For I am the man, and you are the gun
Yes, you're the gun that tamed the West
And I'm the last one that you'll face
Those who 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 evils echo
All through that Western town
But then, although I beat him
You 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 dyin' and outdone
But it wasn't him that beat me, it was you
Yes, you, the gun
So go on, 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-callin'
Tell 'em the story that I should
For I know you'll seek the victor
Was it me, or was it you, the gun?
The gun
The gun
The gun