Last Gunfighter Ballad Chords

Capo 4th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 The Bmold gunfighter stood on the porch and Astared into sun

 And Grelived all the old days back when he was Dlivin' by the gun

 When dBmeadly games of pride were played and Alivin' was mistakes not made

Chorus 1

 And the Gthought of the smell of the black powder smoke

 And the Astand in the street at the Dturn of a joke

 The Gthought of the smell of the Dblack powder smoke

 And the Astand in the street at the Dturn of a joke

And it's always keep your back to the sun And you can almost feel the weight of that gun

It's faster than snakes or a blink of the eye and it's a time for all slow men to die

His eyes get squinty and he's straight as log as he empties his gun at the dirty dog

Chorus 2

And he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

Hit by the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar and he's back in his chair in front of a bar

And the streets're empty and the blood's all dried, the dead 're dust and and the

inside

So buy him a drink and lend him an ear he's nobody's fool and he's the only one here

Chorus 3

Who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

Remember the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

Said I stood in that street before it was paved, I learned the shoot or be shot before I

shave

And I did it all for the money and the fame, noble was nothing but feelin' no shame

And nothing was sacred but stayin' alive and all that I learned from a Colt 45

Chorus 4

Was to cuss the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

Cuss the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

Now he's just an old man that nobody believes says he's a gunfighter the last of his breed

And there's ghosts in the street seekin' revenge, callin' him out to the lunatic fringe

He's out in the traffic now checking the sun and he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun

Chorus 5

So much for the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

So much for the smell of the black powder smoke

And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke