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. Chorus Oh, the well-known gun (Now they've found me) There goes the well-known gun (I said found me) There goes the well-known gun