I'm a graying aged gunfighter
Time to get out of the game
I can not see to shoot my gun
I can not see to aim
I used to be the best there was
The top of every list
Now I can't hit a **** barn door
I shot at one and missed
I could out draw anyone
Who faced me on the street
Now, I'm more than likely
To put a bullet 'tween my feet
I play a little poker now
Spend my days just passing time
I break even mostly
The way I play, well, that's a crime
No one round here knows me
They don't know about my past
To them I'm just a codger
I don't do one **** thing fast
I noticed things were changing
Ten years back I'd say
I had a gun fight in Dodge City
And it didn't go my way
I threw down with some punk kid
He was drunk and really ******
I got my gun stuck in my holster
He fell down, he shot, he missed
I walked to him now laying
In the street, out cold, not dead
I took his gun and holster
And then went home to bed
A gunfighter of substance
Would have killed me where I stood
Was I lucky he was drunk then?
Or was I losing it for good?
I packed my stuff up in the morning
I left the town later that night
The next fighter might be sober
And I'd not survive that fight
I took off for the desert
Made plans just where I would go
A state where I could hide out
Where my past, no one would know
On the way I stopped and practiced
Shot some cactus and some trees
I was shooting though at rabbits
I can't survive here eating these
One day, a rogue coyote
Came and took me by surprise
I shot a tree, it fell on him
I aimed between his eyes
The sooner I got settled
The safer I would feel
Too much longer in the desert
I'd end up some varmints tasty meal
I rode on in to where I am
I can't tell you just what town
I've got to keep it secret
Or I may just get shot down
I have a small room at the hotel
I play cards to pay the rent
I speak with a slightly muddled accent
I try to be a southern gent
I've been here now for near six months
The town is growing fast
So, my time here might be cut short
With the future, comes my past
For now I just play poker
An old gunfighter at heart
One day I know they'll find me
I'll go to boot hill in a cart
I'm an aged old gunfighter
There's not many still around
I'm hiding now from my last gunfight
That will put me six feet in the ground.
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 10:07 PM UTC
I'm a graying aged gunfighter
Time to get out of the game
I can not see to shoot my gun
I can not see to aim
I used to be the best there was
The top of every list
Now I can't hit a **** barn door
I shot at one and missed
I could out draw anyone
Who faced me on the street
Now, I'm more than likely
To put a bullet 'tween my feet
I play a little poker now
Spend my days just passing time
I break even mostly
The way I play, well, that's a crime
No one round here knows me
They don't know about my past
To them I'm just a codger
I don't do one **** thing fast
I noticed things were changing
Ten years back I'd say
I had a gun fight in Dodge City
And it didn't go my way
I threw down with some punk kid
He was drunk and really ******
I got my gun stuck in my holster
He fell down, he shot, he missed
I walked to him now laying
In the street, out cold, not dead
I took his gun and holster
And then went home to bed
A gunfighter of substance
Would have killed me where I stood
Was I lucky he was drunk then?
Or was I losing it for good?
I packed my stuff up in the morning
I left the town later that night
The next fighter might be sober
And I'd not survive that fight
I took off for the desert
Made plans just where I would go
A state where I could hide out
Where my past, no one would know
On the way I stopped and practiced
Shot some cactus and some trees
I was shooting though at rabbits
I can't survive here eating these
One day, a rogue coyote
Came and took me by surprise
I shot a tree, it fell on him
I aimed between his eyes
The sooner I got settled
The safer I would feel
Too much longer in the desert
I'd end up some varmints tasty meal
I rode on in to where I am
I can't tell you just what town
I've got to keep it secret
Or I may just get shot down
I have a small room at the hotel
I play cards to pay the rent
I speak with a slightly muddled accent
I try to be a southern gent
I've been here now for near six months
The town is growing fast
So, my time here might be cut short
With the future, comes my past
For now I just play poker
An old gunfighter at heart
One day I know they'll find me
I'll go to boot hill in a cart
I'm an aged old gunfighter
There's not many still around
I'm hiding now from my last gunfight
That will put me six feet in the ground.
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