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