The Gunslinger - Live Version

On a dusty road outside of Mozambique
He laid his trusty gun down on the street
Turned and walked on further down the road
Giving up a life chasing gold

And when the moon has risen
And the night ushers in the cold
He is left alone to contemplate
The value of his soul

He walks down streets lit only by the stars
Past the women of the night and shady bars
Most precious things can be ended with just a knife
He thinks that's the ultimate irony of life

And when the moon has risen
And the night ushers in the cold
He is left alone to contemplate
The value of his soul

He hears the sound of footsteps from behind
It's the ghosts of all those he has killed in line
Fourty-seven souls in silence stare
A faint smell of death hangs in the air

And when the moon has risen
And the night ushers in the cold
He is left alone to contemplate
The value of his soul

He walks to the far end of the town
A cliff with a mile to the ground
Fate joins the souls behind him at the town
He smiles as his body plummets down



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