[ Featuring the Half-Empties ]
I'm an unarmed Gunman travelling
I, without my gun
I'm an unarmed Gunman travelling
I, without my gun
Well, it started way back in 1837
On a sunny afternoon in May
And it wasn't by choice that they took my pistol
My horse and my money away
See I knew where I came from, knew where I was headed
But I didn't quite know the way
It's funny how the path that you choose can take you in a
Truly unexpected way
I'm an unarmed Gunman travelling
I, without my gun
I'm an unarmed Gunman travelling
I, without my gun
There was dust my eyes and dust in my dentals
Yet my mental was as clear as glass
There was no one else around me til the bastards did surround me
As I took the road through the pass
I couldn't understand how there were suddenly seven of them
Standing there in a flash
I pulled cold iron and got it hot as fire
But they proved too many to surpass
I'm an unarmed Gunman travelling
I, without my gun
I'm an unarmed Gunman travelling
I, without my gun
As I previously mentioned, their abominable intentions were to
Relieve of the items I had brung
On that unfortunate journey that I never would return from
My horse, my money, my gun
They left me there bleeding and they got to tumbleweedin
It was clear to me my time was done
I saw the sun setting and well I got to betting that I'd never see another one
Well in my final looking, I saw when Death overtook me
And I left my body where it lay
Oh I never could've imagined I'd've died in that fashion on a sunny afternoon in May
But see I roam town to city now never forgetting the four that's left from that day
And I swear on a missal that I'm gonna get pistol back from em somehow someway
But til then, well
I'm an unarmed Gunman travelling
I, without my gun
I'm an unarmed Gunman travelling
I, without my gun
