I was on the south road Headed for Savannah I was tired of being poor Didn't suit me anymore I'd sung up all the songs you dream on Trying to stay ahead The dollar I had left to live on I'd drank it down instead When I run up on this stranger in the dirt and he looked like some unfinished dirty work He was barely breathing Wasn't nothing left to say I helped myself and took his gun He was dying anyway
I was down in Texas Barely two months later I had found myself a name I had stumbled into fame I shot a man from Louisiana with the strangers gun He never even cleared his leather before the shot had run And I'd never shot a six-gun in my life So it's strange to me How I could take a life Now they're telling me I'm faster Than any living man It must have been black magic I was holding in my hand
If I take it off they'll shoot me down If I wear it someone dies The devil made that deadly thing You know I do not lie I don't believe in fortune I do believe in sin It must have been black magic In that gun that done him in
I was riding across the border Just outside Durango When a bullet split the night Off behind me to my right I never saw the coward's face I never got no plan I tried to get a shot off I never got the chance And the pain was like no pain I'd ever known So I was satisfied I'd die alone I was barely breathing Wasn't nothing to be said He helped his self and stole my gun and left me there for deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
