Song Length |
4:54 |
Genre |
Rock - Classic |
Lyrics
Under the noonday sun (Chorus)
In the valley of the glinting gun
Rode the hunted, lonely one
On a long distance run
Buffalo and tumbleweeds
Indians and wild steeds
Having no one to please
Only blue sky room to breathe
It had all once been fun
Beating sticks on a drum
Drinking Jamaican rum
Listening to banjos strum
(Chorus)
Sucking on a juicy plum
Bribing her to keep It mum
Belle Starr?s not too dumb
Knows how to count her sums
Has herself a little girl
Drapes her neck with precious pearls
Ironed out her golden curs
Left his heart all unfurled
(Chorus)
The half-breed, he has come
Tracking while he jokes and puns
Living on white man?s crumbs
Got to feed his wife and son
Winchester or a Colt
Trigger and a rifle bolt
Peace pipe without smoke
Bullet or a hang man?s rope
(Chorus)
Posse is drawing near
Mixed up hate and fear
Jackals they all leer
Branded like a hog-tied steer
They work for Pinkerton
Bathing their souls in sin
The railroad it must win
They all have hearts of tin
(Chorus)
The end will surely come
Branch or barrel of a gun
It just ain?t no fun
Entering the world to come
(Chorus)