Ballad of a Well-Known Gun [BBC Session][#][*]

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
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 the well-known gun
Now they've found me
Lord, I say at last they've found me
It's hard to run
From a starving family
Lord, I say now they've found me
Well I won't run
I'm tired of hearing
I said, there goes a well-known gun
Lord, I say 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
I won't run
And I'm tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun