Lyrics Ballad Of The Gun - CarlosRossiMC
Y'all
listen
to
the
Ballad
of
a
man
and
his
gun
The
life
he
livin'
ragged
cuz
he
live
on
the
run
Never
backin'
from
a
challenge
he's
an
army
of
one
When
his
horse
begin
to
gallop,
you
can
hear
the
danger
come
Saddle
up
and
ride
like
this
the
Old
West
Wheel
gun
at
his
side,
blowin'
smoke
from
his
chest
Got
hands
like
leather
made
to
handle
the
reins
Weather
worn
gambler
hat
helpin'
hide
the
pain
Cuz
behind
the
rugged
beard
and
the
scowl
on
his
face
Are
rivers
of
old
tears,
and
a
heart
full
of
hate
Been
built
through
years
of
bad
decisions
and
fate
This
his
final
frontier,
his
fears
fully
faced
Gotta
meetin'
wit
destiny
and
it's
set
for
high
noon
He'll
be
leavin'
a
legacy
when
he
leave
the
saloon
Is
he
hero
or
villain,
history
will
decide
Both
men
in
position,
the
sun
high
in
the
sky
Lord
forgive
what
I
do
now
But
lights
out
like
the
sun
down
Lord
forgive
what
I
do
now
But
lights
out
like
the
sun
down
Been
ridin'
kinda
hard
since
he
seen
first
light
Gotta
make
that
game
of
cards,
keepin'
that
purse
tight
Gotta
make
it
to
the
pass,
beddin'
down
for
the
night
When
he
dream
of
stackin'
cash,
that's
when
he
feelin'
right
Cuz
he
used
to
be
rustlin',
that
ain't
payin'
the
bills
So
he
gotta
stay
hustlin',
cuz
he
likin'
the
thrill
But
his
world
so
cold,
it
left
him
wit
no
chill
He's
never
gonna
fold
cuz
he
gotta
set
of
skills
He's
a
King
at
flippin'
aces,
he
gotta
keep
it
straight
Bet
he
Jack
up
your
faces
when
you
seein'
what
awaits
Cuz
his
Queen's
a
Ten,
leavin'
your
face
flush
I
guess
it
all
depend,
if
you
believe
in
luck
What's
luck
to
an
outlaw,
he
pave
his
own
way
Perfected
the
quick
draw,
now
someone
wanna
play
So
he
gotta
pay
the
piper
for
that
Ace
up
his
sleeve
See
the
stakes
have
gotten
higher
cuz
someone
about
to
bleed
Lord
forgive
what
I
do
now
But
lights
out
like
the
sun
down
Lord
forgive
what
I
do
now
But
lights
out
like
the
sun
down
The
smoke
clears,
only
one
man
remain
Elation
through
the
fear,
you
can
feel
it
with
a
bang
They
call
it
a
Peacemaker,
that
seem
to
make
war
Call
it
a
widow
maker,
dude
dead
on
the
floor
A
hole
in
his
chest
lookin'
wide
as
a
forty
five
Seein'
the
grin
of
death
mean
this
your
last
ride
One
day
he
gotta
saddle
up,
but
this
ain't
the
one
Death
is
always
catchin'
up,
this
the
ballad
of
the
gun
Lord
forgive
what
I
do
now
But
lights
out
like
the
sun
down
Lord
forgive
what
I
do
now
But
lights
out
like
the
sun
down
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