Smoking Gun

I'll just have one to cut the dust", the nameless

Stranger said

"But don't you work my tongue loose - need to keep it

In my head

I need my head on my shoulders, I'm the last one on the

Run

Need my head on my shoulders, I'm the last one on the

Run

But whose prints, whose prints

Whose prints are you going to find

On the butt of the smoking gun?

These days so many amateurs they get high before they

Hit

Got no soul, they got no dedication, they will never

Live to quit

Me, I've graduated first in a class of one

Me, I've graduated first in a class of one

Outside the depository the third shot really told the

Story

Since then I've been working on the sequel

Who made men? I don't know - but Colonel Colt sure made

Them equal

Abernathy he took three short steps to where the

Dreamer fell

The softened snout of the bullet left a gaping tale to

Tell

But so little is open, so much needs to be undone

So little is open, so much needs to be undone