Conversation With A Gun-Tex Ritter

Conversation With A Gun - Tex Ritter Speak up you rusty forty-five How many can you name That you faced and left alive How many hit the dust Left there lying in the street Did you get them in the back Or did you face them on their feet Oh yes You had your day You were known for slinging lead Those behind you laughed and shouted Those in front of you fell dead There was Utah Pete and One Eyed Jack Just to mention just a few So won't you tell me how you feel Now that your battles have been won Speak up we've no secrets For I'm the Man and you're the Gun Yes you're the gun that tamed the West And I'm the last one that you faced The one who owned you then He was beaten and disgraced They cheered me And they wined me the day I shot him down I was their hero Heard my praises echo through that Western town But then although I beat you You became my own downfall For I placed you in my holster The very next fight he got me Left me wounded and no longer young But it wasn't him that beat me oh It was you yes you The gun So go on Hang there on the wall Ignore me See if I care I'll just wheel myself over to the window here Get me a breath of fresh air So when some friends comes calling Was it me or was it you The Gun