the one who tries to track me down, he is the same.
With a move smooth and fast that you can miss by blinking,
with no time to change your mind
or to change your way of thinking;
before the reason is quite clear,
well before you\'re ready, the gunslinger has come.
Driving down from working town both hands in plain sight,
you know you are a steady man and a steady man has rights;
but before you can say you\'ve done no wrong,
before those rights are read to you,
the gunslinger has come and gone, and you weren’t ready.
Now, I don\'t know from wrong or right,
I am just a working man and cannot gunslingers evade;
this is not a problem I have made but still
I try to do just what I can, what seems right.
So I must gather the townspeople; I must spread the news;
stand near shaky platforms and sing gunslinger blues.
I must arouse these citizens; tell them the new rules;
we need to know gunslinger ways and use gunslinger tools.
My words fall flat, unheard, my warnings are unheeded,
in illusional safety, falsely secure;
protected by a story tale, no fornications needed
repeating lies what they have been sold, quite sure that
such things could not happen here.
Driving out of danger town I use one hand to steer,
my other one will fire back if you know who draws near.
I leave a town of fools behind, hoping to escape
this trap the gunslinger has laid, but it\'s too late.
I am a well-known criminal who cannot clear his name;
the one who tries to track me down, he is the same.