Ballad Of The Self Loading Pistol

Intro: Father, I have come to tell you about something I done Well, as the night reared its 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 robbery, there was a holdup Oh, there was a shootout, and there was a killing 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 loving only a fading beauty could possess 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 Woah, 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 The love 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 something I done He had a widow running through town screaming He had a brother and his tears were streaming Now I'm moving on the border with a rifle on my shoulder 'Cause daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot The love song a bullet sings as she whistles And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol And I just come to tell you that it don't hurt no more No, it don't hurt no more 'cause 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 Now, his blood feels good on my hands Today I killed a man