Ballad Of A Well-Known Gun - Elton John

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 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 Well I won’t run

I’m tired of hearing

There goes a well-known gun

Now I’ve seen this chain gang

Lord I say 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