Lyric Ballad of a Well-Known Gun

I pulled out my Stage Coach Times
And I read the latest news
I tapped my feet in dumb surprise
And of course I saw they knew
The Pinkertons pulled out my bags
And asked me for my name
I stuttered out my answer
And hung my head in shame

Now they ve found me
At last they ve found me
It s hard to run
From a starving family
Now they ve found me
Well I won t run
I m tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun

Now I ve seen this chain gang
Lord I say let me see my priest
I couldn t have faced your desert sand
Old burning brown backed beast
The poor house they hit me for my kin
And claimed my crumbling walls
Now I know how Reno felt
When he ran from the law

Now they ve found me
At last they ve found me
It s hard to run
From a starving family
Now they ve found me
Well I won t run
I m tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun

Now they ve found me
Lord I say at last they ve found me
It s hard to run
From a starving family
Lord I say now they ve found me
Well I won t run
I m tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun

Lord I say now they ve found me
At last they ve found me
It s hard to run
From a starving family
Now they ve found me
I won t run
I m tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun