Conversation With A Gun

Speak up, you rusty .45
How many can you name, that you've faced and left alive?
How many bit the dust, left there lying in the street?
Did you get ’em in the back, or did you face 'em on their feet?
Oh yes you've had your day, you were known for slinging lead
Those behind you laughed and shouted
Those in front lie dead

There was Lightning Sam, and Callahan
And a rustler known as Newt
There was Utah Pete, and The One-Eyed Jack
To mention just a few
So you won’t you tell me just how you feel?
Now that all your battles have been won
Speak up, weave no secrets
For I am the man, and you are
The gun

Yes you're the gun that tamed the west
And I am the last one that you faced
Those that came before you
Were beaten and disgraced
She cheered me, and she wined me
On the day that I shot her down
I heard my heroes echo
All through that Western town

And then, although I beat him
He became my own downfall
For I placed you in my holster
To see how many more I could stall
The very next fight, he got me
Left me dying and outdone
But it wasn't him that beat me
It was you, yes you
The gun

So go ahead, fire away
See if I care
I think I'll take a walk in the desert
Catch me a breath of fresh air
And when some stranger comes a-calling
Tell him the story that I've shunned
For I know you'll seek the victor
Was it me, or was it you?
The gun
The gun
The gun
The gun