Speak up , you rusty .45.
that you faced and left alive?
left their line 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 in front of you fell dead
For they kept your barrels smoking
There was no stopping you,
There was Lightnin' Dan and Killer Sam,
and a rustler known as Lou
There was Utah Pete and One -Eyed Jack,
and Mr. Mitch and 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
And I'm the last one that you faced
The one who owned you then
He was beaten and disgraced
through that western town.
But then although I beat you,
you became my own downfall.
For I placed you in my holster
to see how many I could stall.
The very next fight he got me,
left me wounded and outdone.
But it wasn't him that beat me,
it was you, yes, you, the gun.
So go on, hang there on the wall
and ignore me, see if I care.
I'll just wheel myself over
get me a breath of fresh air.
So when some friend comes calling,
For I know he'll seek the victor.
Was it me, or was it you,
