Gunslingers

Well, they say that there ain't no gunslingers left in town
 But he's rollin' them one hand ciggies
 And knocking them coke cans down
 Now two times a week
 One all covers them for a dozen
 He straps that Gretsch on to his neck
 And gets those silvers tuggin'
 Now go
 Well I've learned from the best
 Not to trample where others nest
 And my style belies
 All the tales and the miles
 But each weekend I own
 Each square metre I'm allowed
 I'm your pistol for hire, yeah
 The last gunslinger in town
 Well, old band hit the top 50 Yeah, 'til it all went pear-shaped
 When some dick had revelation
 Yeah, to record in L.A.
 Now he just can't wait
 For that sun to hide away
 Til that day glow
 It's a pain you know
 And that buggery sure don't pay
 Now go
 Well I've learned from the best
 Not to trample where others nest
 And my style belies
 All the tales and the miles
 But each weekend I own
 Each square metre I'm allowed
 I'm your pistol for hire, yeah
 The last gunslinger in town
 We're all going to La La land
 We're all going to La La land
 To lights
 Thick smoke and loud, loud music
 It's the only kinda life
 You'll ever understand
 Well I've learned from the best
 Not to trample where others nest
 And my style belies
 All the tales and the miles
 But each weekend I own
 Each square metre I'm allowed
 I'm your pistol for hire, yeah
 The last gunslinger in town
 And I'm always there