Ballad of the Self Loading Pistol |
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| Father I have come
To tell you about somethin' I done Well as the night reared its light head Into a baby's sun We rolled down into the town From where the Black Throats come And you know there was a robbery There was a holdup Ooh there was a shootout And there was a killin' And there's blood on my hands Today I killed a man Well now sister you know me well And you ask me well how it was I felt Well she had an appetite for lovin' Only a fadin' beauty could posses She knew just what she wanted And she wouldn't take less I figured it was a small town It was at sundown It was just a small crowd of people around Oh! But he wouldn't put his guns down No he wouldn't put his guns down Oh he wouldn't put his guns down Now his blood's on my hands Today I killed a man And papa you showed me the beauty of buckshot Well that song a bullet sings as she whistles And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol Well now father I have come To tell you about somethin' I done He had a widow runnin' through town screamin' He had a brother and his tears were streamin' Now I'm movin' on the border With a rifle on my shoulder 'Cuz daddy you showed me the beauty of buckshot The love song a bullet sings as she whistles And showed me the glory of the self-loading pistol And I just come to tell ya That it don't hurt no more No it don't hurt no more 'Cuz your son he's an outlaw Oh your son he's an outlaw Yes your son he's an outlaw Oh your son he's an outlaw Now your son he's an outlaw Oh your son he's an outlaw And this blood feels good on my hands Today I killed a man |
Notes
Demo recorded in 1973.
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