Gun Iron Lyrics

The sun beats down

And burns the dust to the road

And I watch from the shade

I see a man and his horse

Coming right by me

Looks like today, after all

Will make for some fine thievery

So I let my gun call

I take his money after his life

Then hide away until the night

But I just cannot sleep

For the glint of my gun irons

And the howl of the hot wind

Oh they keep me resting from the wicked things that I've done

As I weigh up my soul

And I think was it worth

All the gold

And I might ride into town

To drink all my evils away

Though I'm a fool not to think

That when I'm drunk my evil might stay

And I should have seen it coming

I could not stop my drunken hands

I done it now I shot the piano man

But I just cannot sleep

For the glint of my gun iron

And the howl of the hot wind

Oh they keep me resting from the wicked things that I've done

As I weigh up my soul

And I think was it worth

All the gold

So I'll hold out

Make it a shoot out

Cos they ain't taking me alive

But if I said I didn't deserve it

It would be my last lie