The Last Gunfighter Ballad Guy Clark (Ft. Waylon Jennings)

[Verse 1]
Now the old gunfighter on the porch stared into the sun
Relived the days of living by the gun
When deadly games of pride were played
Living was mistakes not made

[Chorus]
And the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Ah, the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

[Verse 2]
And he can almost feel the weight of the gun
And it's always keep your back to the sun
And it's faster than snakes or a blink of the eye
And it's a time for all slow men to die
And his eyes get squinty and his fingers twitch
And he empties his gun at the son of a bitch

[Chorus]
And he's hip to the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
Hip to the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke