Ballad of a Well-Known Gun

Lord I say, now they've found me
I'm tired of hearing
It's hard to run
There goes a well-known gun
There goes a well-known gun
Well, I won't run
Now they've found me
From a starving family
There goes a well-known gun
There goes a well-known gun
It's hard to run
I'm tired of hearing
Lord, I say, at last they've found me
I tapped my feet in dumb surprise

Now they've found me
Lord I say, let me see my priest
Now they've found me
At last they've found me
And asked me for my name
Now I know how Reno felt
The Pinkertons pulled out my bags
At last they've found me
I stuttered out my answer

Now they've found me
From a starving family
I'm tired of hearing
It's hard to run
There goes a well-known gun

Well I won't run
And of course I saw they knew
There goes a well-known gun
Well I won't run
Now I've seen this chain gang
Now they've found me
Now they've found me

There goes a well-known gun
Now they've found me
Now they've found me
At last they've found me
Lord I say, now they've found me

At last they've found me
There goes a well-known gun
I couldn't have faced your desert sand
From a starving family

Now they've found me
And claimed my crumbling walls
At last they've found me
The poor house, they hit me for my kin

There goes a well-known gun
There goes a well-known gun

A well-known gun
At last they've found me
At last they've found me

And hung my head in shame
From a starving family
It's hard to run
Old burning brown backed beast
When he ran from the law
Now they've found me
I'm tired of hearing
I won't run
There goes a well-known gun