Ballad Of A Well-Known Gun

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 knewThe Pinkertons pulled out my bags
And asked me for my name
I stuttered out my answer
And hung my head in shameNow they've found me
At last they've found me
It's hard to run
From a starving familyNow they've found me
Well I won't run
I'm tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gunNow 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 beastThe poor house they hit me for my kin
And claimed my crumbling walls
Now I know how Reno felt
When he ran from the lawNow they've found me
At last they've found me
It's hard to run
From a starving familyNow they've found me
Well I won't run
I'm tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gunNow they've found me
Lord I say at last they've found me
It's hard to run
From a starving familyLord I say now they've found me
Well I won't run
I'm tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gunLord I say now they've found me
At last they've found me
It's hard to run
From a starving familyNow they've found me
I won't run
I'm tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun