I am a well-known criminal who cannot clear his name;

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.