Fast Gun Gettin' Slow Songtext

von David Mallett

There's a coyote howlin' somewhere,
And the desert sky is bright.
There's coffee when the whisky's gone
But there's whisky for tonight.
And dust upon your saddlebags and sand instead of gold.
And you're just an aging outlaw, just a fast gun getting' slow.

You think about the close ones
And hook your thumbs up in your vest.
The one named Red he was they said the fasted and the best.
But something happened to his eyes.
It must have been his time to die.
His bullet pierced the summer sky
You shot him in the chest.

There's a coyote howlin' somewhere,
And the desert sky is bright.
There's coffee when the whisky's gone
But there's whisky for tonight.
And dust upon your saddlebags and sand instead of gold.
And you're just an aging outlaw, just a fast gun getting' slow.

Everywhere you rambled the rules were still the same.
You rob the rich and you stay alive,
‘Cause that is the outlaws game.
Keep your back against the wall.
Duck a shot and fake a fall,
You take your liquor straight
And never use your given name.

So put away your six-guns
And put away your dreams,
The last days of a bad man
Are as crazy as they might seem.
The banks are getting' hard to rob
And the trains are getting' fast.
The posse's gainin', your horse is lame,
And you know you'll never last.

There's a coyote howlin' somewhere,
And the desert sky is bright.
There's coffee when the whisky's gone
But there's whisky for tonight.
And dust upon your saddlebags and sand instead of gold.
And you're just an aging outlaw, just a fast gun getting' slow.