Тональность: D minor•
Intro 1
Dm
F
Verse 1
Dm
The old gunfighter stood on the
C
Porch and stared into sun
Bb
And relived all the old days back when
F
He was living by the gun
Dm
When deadly games of pride
were played and
C
Living was mistakes not made
Verse 2
Bb
And the thought of the smell
Of the black powder smoke
C
And the stand in the street at
Bb
The thought of the smell of
F
The black powder smoke
C
And the stand in the street at
Dm
And it's always keep
your back to the sun
C
And you can almost feel the
Weight of that gun
Bb
And it's faster than snakes or
A blink of the eye
F
And it's a time for all slow men to die
Dm
His eyes get squinty and
He's straight as log
C
And he empties his gun at
the dirty dog
Verse 3
Bb
And he's hit by the smell
Of the black powder smoke
C
And the stand in the street at
Bb
F
Hit by the smell of the black
powder smoke
C
And the stand in the street at
Verse 4
Dm
Now the burn of a bullet
is only a scar
C
And he's back in his chair
in front of a bar
Bb
And the streets are empty and
The blood's all dried the
And the whiskey's inside
Dm
So buy him a drink and lend
him an ear
C
He's nobody's fool but he's
The only one here
Verse 5
Bb
Who remembers the smell of
The black powder smoke
C
And the stand in the street at
Bb
Remembers the smell of the
C
And the stand in the street at
Verse 6
Dm
Son I stood in that street
Before it was paved
C
I learned the shoot or be
Shot before I could shave
Bb
And I did it all for the money
and the fame
F
Noble was nothing but feeling no shame
Dm
And nothing was sacred
but staying alive
C
And all that I learned from a Colt 45
Verse 7
Bb
Was to cuss the smell of
The black powder smoke
C
And the stand in the street at
Bb
To cuss the smell of the
C
And the stand in the street at
Verse 8
Dm
Now he's just an old
Man that nobody believes
C
Says he's a gunfighter
The last of this breed
Bb
And there's ghosts in the
Street seeking revenge
F
Calling him out to the lunatic fringe
Dm
He's out in the traffic now
checking the sun
C
And he's killed by a car as
He goes for his gun
Verse 9
Bb
So much for the smell of
The black powder smoke
C
And the stand in the street at
F
Bb
The turn of a joke so much for the smell of
F
The black powder smoke
C
And the stand in the street at
The turn of a joke
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