Tom: A
Introdução:
Bm A
The old gunfighter stood on the porch and stared into sun
G D
And relived all the old days back when he was livin' by the gun
Bm A
When deadly games of pride were played and livin' was mistakes not made
G
And the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
A D
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
G D
The thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
A D
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
And it's always keep your back to the sun And you can almost feel the weight of that gun