Ballad Of A Well-Known Gun
Elton John Bernie Taupin
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, they 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 I won't run,
I'm tired of hearing, There goes a well-known gun.
Now I've seen this chain-gang, 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.