Ballad Of The Self-Loading Pistol

Father, I have come

To tell you about somethin' I done

Well as the night reared it's light head

Into a baby's sun

We rolled down into the town

From where the black throats come

And you know there was a robb'ry

There was a holdup

Ooh, there was a shootout

And there was a killin'

And there's blood on my hands

Today I killed a man

Well now, sister, you know me well

And you ask me well, how it was I felt

Well, she had an appetite for lovin'

Only a fadin' beauty could posses

She knew just what she wanted

And she wouldn't take less

I figured it was a small town

It was at sundown

It was just a small crowd of people around

Oh! but he wouldn't put his guns down

No, he wouldn't put his guns down

Oh, he wouldn't put his guns down

Now his blood's on my hands

Today I killed a man

And, papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot

Well, that song a bullet sings as she whistles

And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol

Well now, father. I have come

To tell you about somethin' I done

He had a widow, runnin' through town screamin'

He had a brother, and his tears were streamin'

Now I'm movin' on to Boulder

With a rifle on my shoulder

'cuz, daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot

The love song a bullet sings as she whistles

And showed me the glory of the self-loading pistol

And I just come to tell ya

That it don't hurt no more

No, it don't hurt no more

'cuz your son, he's an outlaw

Oh, your son, he's an outlaw

Yes, your son, he's an outlaw

Oh, your son, he's an outlaw

Now, your son, he's an outlaw

Oh, your son, he's an outlaw

And this blood feels good on my hands

Today I killed a man