A western tale

There was a shooting in Redstone
Only one man dead, none hurt
He was found dead in the morning
With just one hole right through his shirt

He was lying in the main street
Face down, right there in the dirt
He was found dead in the morning
With just one hole right through his shirt

I’T WASN’T SUPPOSED TO END LIKE THIS
FACE DOWN HERE, IN THE STREET
I’M A GUNFIGHTER OF MUCH RENOWN
I’M JUST A GUN WHO CAN’T BE BEAT
I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE
LYING DEAD, SHOT IN THE BACK
I WAS GUNNED DOWN BY A COWARD
I DIDN’T HEAR THE GUNSHOT CRACK

The crowd had formed around him
Lying there, all hard and cold
No witnessess to the shooting
At least not one so bold

They knew him from his weapon
The sixteen notches on the grip
He came in on the Flyer
He won’t be on the return trip

I’T WASN’T SUPPOSED TO END LIKE THIS
FACE DOWN HERE, IN THE STREET
I’M A GUNFIGHTER OF MUCH RENOWN
I’M JUST A GUN WHO CAN’T BE BEAT
I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE
LYING DEAD, SHOT IN THE BACK
I WAS GUNNED DOWN BY A COWARD
I DIDN’T HEAR THE GUNSHOT CRACK

He was staying at The Belfry
He only brought one bag to town
No one knew why he had come here
Except to shoot somebody down

The papers ran the story
The next morning in THE SUN
They ran a picture and a story
Of the “Man With The Pearl Gun”

I’T WASN’T SUPPOSED TO END LIKE THIS
FACE DOWN HERE, IN THE STREET
I’M A GUNFIGHTER OF MUCH RENOWN
I’M JUST A GUN WHO CAN’T BE BEAT
I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE
LYING DEAD, SHOT IN THE BACK
I WAS GUNNED DOWN BY A COWARD
I DIDN’T HEAR THE GUNSHOT CRACK

The story was quite lengthy
Considering no one saw him shot
But, as usual there was someone
Who had a story to be bought

He’d been shot from an end window
Above the Local Mercantile Store
One bullet from a rifle
And the gunman was no more

I’T WASN’T SUPPOSED TO END LIKE THIS
FACE DOWN HERE, IN THE STREET
I’M A GUNFIGHTER OF MUCH RENOWN
I’M JUST A GUN WHO CAN’T BE BEAT
I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE
LYING DEAD, SHOT IN THE BACK
I WAS GUNNED DOWN BY A COWARD
I DIDN’T HEAR THE GUNSHOT CRACK

Turns out the gunman’s killer
Was the one he’d come to find
The shooter was the killer’s child
The only son, he’d left behind

They never met before this
He’d never ever met his Dad
But, The Gunman came to find him
And in the end, it’s kind of sad

I’T WASN’T SUPPOSED TO END LIKE THIS
FACE DOWN HERE, IN THE STREET
I’M A GUNFIGHTER OF MUCH RENOWN
I’M JUST A GUN WHO CAN’T BE BEAT
I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE
LYING DEAD, SHOT BY MY SON
I WAS GUNNED DOWN WITHOUT KNOWING
I GUESS HE’S NOW THE WANTED GUN.

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