Chords for Guy Clark - "The Last Gunfighter Ballad" [Live from Austin, TX]

_ This movie's probably true.
_ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#] _ Now the old gunfighter on the porch
[E] Stared into the sun
[D] And he relived the [A] days
Of living by the gun
[F#m] _ Deadly games of pride were played
Living [E] was mistakes not made
[D] Oh, the smell of the black powder smoke
[B] And a stand in the street [A] at the turn of a joke
[D] Oh, the smell [A] of the black powder [B] smoke
And a stand in the street [A] at the turn of a joke
_ [F#m] I can almost feel the weight of the gun
[E] And it's always keep your back to the sun
[A] And it's faster than snakes [D] or a blink of the eye
[A] And it's a time for all slow men to [F#] die
And his eyes get squinty and his fingers [E] twitch
And he empties his gun at the son of a [D] bitch
And he's hit with the smell of the black powder smoke
[E] And a stand in the [A] street at the turn of a joke
[D] Oh, hit with the [A] smell of the black powder [E] smoke
And a stand in the street at the [A] turn of a joke
[F#m] _ Now the burn of the [F#] bullet is only a scar
And [E] he's back in his chair in front of the bar
[D] And the streets are empty and the blood's all dried
[A] And the dead are dust and the whiskey's inside
[F#] So buy him a drink and lend him an ear
[E] He's nobody's fool and the only one here
That [D] remembers the smell of the black powder smoke
[E] And a stand in the [A] street at the turn of a joke
[D] Oh, remember the smell [A] of the black powder [E] smoke
And a stand in the street at [A] the turn of a joke
_ [F#m] _ He said, I stood in that street before it was paved
[B] And I learned shoot or be shot before I could shave
[A] And I did it all for the money and fame
But noble [E] was nothing but feeling no [C#] shame
Nothing was sacred save staying alive
[E] And all that I learned from my Colt .45
[D] Was to curse the smell of the black powder [E] smoke
And a stand in the street at [A] the turn of a joke
[D] Oh, curse the smell [A] of the black powder smoke
And [E] a stand in the street [A] at the turn of a joke _
[F#m] _ Now he's just an old man that [C#] no one believes
And [B] he says he's a gunfighter and the last of the breed
[A] But there's ghosts in the street and they're seeking revenge
And [A] they're calling him out to the lunatic fringe
[F#m] _
Now he's out in the traffic and he's [C#] checking the sun
[E] And he gets killed by a car as he goes for his gun
[A] So much for the smell of the [D] black powder smoke
And a [E] stand in the street at [A] the turn of a joke
[D] So much for the [A] smell of the black powder smoke
[E] And a stand in the [A] street at the turn of a joke
_ _ [E] _ _ [N] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Here's a little song about moving west in the late 1800s
And a song about my family actually, as best I remember it
And _ after _ _ _ _ I wrote this song I was kind of going over it
Admiring it, _ _ thinking about it _
And an analogy occurred to me
_ It's kind of like old field hippies having a kid grow up straight on them
_ [A] _ _ _