Take my gun
You're my favourite son
And you ride that horse
Like you stole it
We all got it coming, kid
Pearls for the swine
Yea we all got our time
Can't worry a dying man's mind
Dishing out the devil's wages
With a peacemaker and a pocket comb
Ah no more of this
Nail me in and take me home
Take my gun
You're my favourite son
And you ride that horse
Like you stole it
Face in the forest
I never stood a chance
I'm just some rum soaked gunman
Who never took a stand
Dishing out the Devil's wages
I stole my life from an oracle bone
No more of this
Nail me in and bring me home