Capo 4 
 
 
    Bm                                    A   
The old gunfighter stood on the porch and stared into sun 
    G                                         D  
And relived all the old days back when he was livin' by the gun 
      Bm                                   A 
When deadly games of pride were played and livin' was mistakes not made 
 
Chorus 1: 
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And the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke 
        A                          D 
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke 
    G                           D 
The thought of the smell of the black powder smoke 
        A                          D 
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke 
 
 
And it's always keep your back to the sun And you can almost feel the weight of that gun 
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 as he empties his gun at the dirty dog 
 
Chorus 2: 
And he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke 
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke 
Hit by 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're empty and the blood's all dried, the dead 're 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 
 
Chorus 3: 
Who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke 
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke 
Remember 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 feelin' no shame 
And nothing was sacred but stayin' alive and all that I learned from a Colt 45 
 
Chorus 4: 
Was to cuss the smell of the black powder smoke 
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke 
Cuss 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 his breed 
And there's ghosts in the street seekin' revenge, callin' him out to the lunatic fringe 
He's out in the traffic now checking the sun and he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun 
 
Chorus 5: 
So much for the smell of the black powder smoke 
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke 
So much for the smell of the black powder smoke 
And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke