Well he came into town with
His gun on his hips
Fortified at night by some little pink slips
Silver Smith and Wesson with a
Pearl handled butt
Cut polished shinin' from his hand to the nut

Don't you know he's a gunslinger man
'N' he does the best that he can
But you know he's a gunslinger man
'N' he won the West with his hand

He used to be feared for the length of his gun
Today he's known for the strength of his tongue
In Poinsettia Park with Russian immigrants
Hard as they work they're never heaven sent

Don't you know he's a gunslinger man
'N' he does the best that he can
But you know he's a gunslinger man
'N' he won the West with his hand

Eight lines or worse, ten maids awaitin'
He's thinking so loud that his teeth are grating
False idols calling from his dusk to his dawn
Got his daddy wonderin' what the hell he is on

You'd see it in his eyes, see it in his verse
Minute 'n' a half short of a ride in a hearse
He needs no badges to identify him
He's the owneroperator of original sin

Don't you know he's a gunslinger man
'N' he does the best that he can
But you know he's a gunslinger man
'N' he won the West with his hand

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): SIDNEY GRIFFIN