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Smoking Gun
Steve Skaith / Mike Jones
Lyrics
“I’ll just have one to cut the dust”, the nameless stranger said
“But don’t you work my tongue loose – need to keep it in my head
I need my head on my shoulders, I’m the last one on the run
Need my head on my shoulders, I’m the last one on the run
Chorus:
But whose prints, whose prints
Whose prints are you going to find
On the butt of the smoking gun?
These days so many amateurs they get high before they hit
Got no soul, they got no dedication, they will never live to quit
Me, I’ve graduated first in a class of one
Me, I’ve graduated first in a class of one
Chorus
Outside the depository the third shot really told the story
Since then I’ve been working on the sequel
Who made men? I don’t know – but Colonel Colt sure made them equal
Abernathy he took three short steps to where the dreamer fell
The softened snout of the bullet left a gaping tale to tell
but so little is open, so much needs to be undone
So little is open, so much needs to be undone”
Chorus
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