The Last Gunfighter Ballad Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[C][G]
Now the [C]old gunfighter
on the [G]porch
[D]Stared into the sun
[C]Relive the days, liv[D]ing by [G]the gun
[Em]Deadly games of pride were played
Liv[D]in' was mistakes not
made
[C]and the thought,
the smell of black powder smoke
I [D]stand in the street at the turn of [G]a joke
[C]Ah, the smell of black [G]powder smoke
I [D]stand in the street at
the turn [G]of a [D]joke[G]
You can [Em]almost [C]feel the weight of the gun
[Em]It's al[D]ways keep you back to the sun
And [C]it's faster than snakes
or the blink of an eye
And it's a [D]time for [G]all slow [D]men to die
[G]His[Em] eyes get squinty and
his fingers twitch
And he [D]empties his gun
at the son of a bitch
And the [C]thought of the smell
of the black powder smoke
Must [D]stay in the street
at the turn [G]of a joke
[C]Ah, the smell of the black [G]powder smoke
Must [D]stay in the street
at the turn of [G]a joke
Now, [Em]the burn of a bullet is only a scar
He's bag[D]ging his chair
in front of the bar
And the streets [C]are empty
and the blood's all dry
[D]The dead are [G]dusk
and the whiskey's in[D]side
[Em]Buy him a drink and lend him an ear
He's [D]nobody's fool and
the only one here
Who remem[C]bers the smell
of the black powder smoke
I [D]stand in the street at
the turn [G]of a joke
[C]Remember the smell
of the black [G]powder smoke
I [D]stand in the street at the turn [G]of a joke
He said I [Em]stood in that street
before I was paid
Learned [D]shoe to be shot
before I could shave
And did it [C]all for the money and fame
Cause he knows nothing
[D]but feeling no [G]shame
[Em]An other was sacred,
safe, staying alive
And all [D]that I learned from a Colt .45
Was to curse [C]the smell
of the black powder smoke
And to [D]stand in the street
at the turn of a [G]joke
[C]Curse the smell
of the black [G]powder smoke
And to [D]stand in the street
at the turn [G]of a [D]joke[Em]
[D]
[C][D]
[Em][D]
[C][G]
Now there's [Em]just an old man
that no one believes
[D]Says he's a gunfighter,
the last of the breed
An[C]d there are ghosts in the streets
seeking revenge
Call[G]ing him out to the lunatic [D]fringe
[G]Now he's [Em]out in the traffic,
he's checking the sun
[D]And he's killed by a car
as he goes for his gun
So [C]much for the smell
of the black powder smoke
And the [D]stand in the street,
the turn [G]of a joke
So much [C]for the smell
of the black [G]powder smoke
And the [D]stand in the street,
the turn of a joke you