Текст песни Elton John - Ballad of a Well-Known Gun
Elton John - Ballad of a Well-Known Gun слова песни
I pulled out my Stage Coach Times
And I read the latest news
I tapped my feet in dumb surprise
And of course I saw they knew
The Pinkertons pulled out my bags
And asked me for my name
I stuttered out my answer
And hung my head in shame
Now they`ve found me
At last they`ve found me
It`s hard to run
From a starving family
Now they`ve found me
Well I won`t run
I`m tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun
Now I`ve seen this chain gang
Lord I say let me see my priest
I couldn`t have faced your desert sand
Old burning brown backed beast
The poor house they hit me for my kin
And claimed my crumbling walls
Now I know how Reno felt
When he ran from the law
Now they`ve found me
At last they`ve found me
It`s hard to run
From a starving family
Now they`ve found me
Well I won`t run
I`m tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun
Now they`ve found me
Lord I say at last they`ve found me
It`s hard to run
From a starving family
Lord I say now they`ve found me
Well I won`t run
I`m tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun
Lord I say now they`ve found me
At last they`ve found me
It`s hard to run
From a starving family
Now they`ve found me
I won`t run
I`m tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun