Chords for Wild West Gunfighters

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_ [D] The old gunfighter stood on the porch [C] and stared into the sun
And relived [Bb] all the old days back [F] when he was living by the gun
[Dm] When deadly games of pride were played [C] and living was mistakes not made
[Bb] And the thought of the smell of the black powder [C] smoke and the stand in the street at [F] the turn of the [Bb] joke
The thought of the [F] smell of the black powder [C] smoke in the stand in the [F] street
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] And it's always keep you back to the Sun and [C] you can almost feel the weight of that gun
[Bb] It's faster than snakes or the blink of an eye [F] and it's a time for all slow men to die
[D] His eyes get squinting and he's straight as a log [C] as he empties his gun at the dirty dog
[Bb] And he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke [C] and the stand in the [F] street at the turn of the joke
[Bb] Hit by the smell [F] of the black powder [C] smoke in the stand in the [F] street at the turn of the joke _
_ _ [D] Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar [C] and he's back in his chair in front of the bar
[Bb] And the streets are empty and the bloods all [F] dry the dead are dust and the whiskey's [G] inside
So buy him [D] a drink and lend him an ear
[C] He's nobody's food
But he's the only one [Bb] here who remembers the smell of the black powder [C] smoke and the stand in [F] the street at the turn of the [Bb] joke
Remembers the [F] smell of the black powder [C] smoke and the stand in the [F] street at the turn of the joke
_ _ _ [Dm]
Said I stood in that street before it was [C] paved
I learned to shoot or be shot before I could shave [Bb] and I did it all for the money and the fame
[F] Noble was nothing but feeling no shame [Dm] and nothing was sacred
But staying alive [Cm] and all that I learned from a cold 45
[Bb] Was to cuss the smell of the black powder [C] smoke and the stand in [F] the street at the turn of the [Bb] joke
Cuss the [F] smell of the black powder [C] smoke in the stand in the [F] street at the turn _
_ _ _ Now he's just [D] an old man that nobody [C] believes says he's a gunfight
The last of his breed and there's ghost in [Bb] the streets seeking revenge
Calling him out [F] to the lunatic [D] branch
He's out in the traffic now checking the Sun [C] and he's killed by a car as he goes for his [Bb] gun
So much for the smell of the black powder smoke [C] and the stand in the [F] street at the turn of the joke
[Bb] So much for the smell [F] of the black powder smoke [C] and the stand in the street at the turn of the joke
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