The old gunfighter stood on the porch and stared into sun
And relived all the old days back when he was living by the gun
When deadly games of pride were played and living was mistakes not made

And he thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
The thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

And it´s always keep your back to the sun
And he can almost feel the weight of that gun
And it´s faster than snakes or a blink of the eye
And it´s a time for all slow men to die
His eyes get squinty and he´s straight as log
And he empties his gun at the dirty dog

And he thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

The thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar
And he´s back in his chair in front of a bar
And the streets are empty and the blood´s all dried
The dead are dust and and the whiskey´s inside
So buy him a drink and lend him an ear
He´s nobody´s fool and he´s the only one here

And he thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
The thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

Said I stood in that street before it was paved
I learned the shoot or be shot before I could shave
And I did it all for the money and the fame
Noble was nothing but feeling no shame
And nothing was sacred but staying alive
And all that I learned from a Colt 45

And he thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
The thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke

Now he´s just an old man that nobody believes
Says he´s a gunfighter the last of this breed

And there´s ghosts in the street seeking revenge
Calling him out to the lunatic fringe
He´s out in the traffic down checking the sun
And he´s killed by a car as he goes for his gun

And he thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke
The thought of the smell of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke