The Last Gunfighter Ballad

        Em
Now the old gunfighter on the porch
 D
stared into the sun
    C                    G
and relived the days of living by 
the gun
     Em
when deadly games of pride were 
played
     D
and living was mistakes not made
         C
and the thought of the smell of the 
black powder smoke
         D                         
and the stand in the street at the 
G
turn of a joke
 C                    G
Ah, the smell of the black powder 
smoke
         D                         
and the stand in the street at the 
 G
turn of a joke

[Verse 2]
           Em
And he can almost feel the weight of
 the gun
         D
and it's always keep your back to 
the sun
         C
and it's faster than snakes or a 
blink of the eye
           G
and it's a time for all slow men to 
die
        Em
and his eyes get squinty and his 
fingers twitch
       D
and he empties the gun at the son of
 a bitch
         C
and he's hit by the smell of the 
black powder smoke
        D                          
and the stand in the street at the 
G
turn of a joke
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C                      G
hit by the smell of the black powder
 smoke
        D                          
and the stand in the street at the 
G
turn of a joke

[Verse 3]
        Em
Now the burn of a bullet is only a 
scar
     D
he's back in his chair in front of 
the bar
        C
and the streets are empty and the 
blood's all dried
        G
and the dead are dust and the 
whiskey's inside
   Em
so buy him a drink and lend him an 
ear
     D
he's nobody's fool and the only one 
here
    C
who remembers the smell of the black
 powder smoke
        D                          
and the stand in the street at the 
G
turn of a joke
C                         G
remember the smell of the black 
powder smoke
        D                          
and the stand in the street at the 
G
turn of a joke

[Verse 4]
          Em
He said I stood in that street 
before it was paved
        D
learned shoot or be shot before I 
could shave
      C
and I did it all for the money and 
fame
G
noble was nothing but feeling no 
shame
    Em
and nothing was sacred 'sept stayin'
 alive
    D
and all that I learned from a Colt 
45
       C
was to curse the smell of the black 
powder smoke
        D                          
and the stand in the street at the 
G
turn of a joke
C                      G
curse the smell of the black powder 
smoke
        D                          
and the stand in the street at the 
G
turn of a joke

[Verse 5]
Em
Now he's just an old man that no one
 believes
D
says he's a gunfighter, the last of 
the breed
              C
and there are ghosts in the street 
seeking revenge
G
calling him out to the lunatic 
fringe
         Em
now he's out in the traffic checking
 the sun
         D
and he's killed by a car as he goes 
for his gun
   C
So much for the smell of the black 
powder smoke
        D                          
and the stand in the street at the 
G
turn of a joke
   C                         G
so much for the smell of the black 
powder smoke
        D                          
and the stand in the street at the 
G
turn of a joke