Legend of the West Lyrics

I'm a rambler getting older

All my tricks are spent

I ain't lived in one place

More than a fortnight I suspect

For I've been out lawless

For most of my days

Drinking and fighting

Was my only way

So If you saw me coming man

You'd likely cross the street

I was that miserable Son of a Bitch

That you'd never want to meet

When you're living by the gun

The nights can be so cold

Trading bullets for gold

When you're always on the run

Was it worth your soul

For diamonds and Gold

A Rustler and a Robber

Who wanted the good life

Quick with a pistol

And I was easy with a knife

I had a knack for making money

That cost many a man his life

But somehow I'm still standing

The last of my kind

For It makes no rhyme or reason

Who makes it to the end

Whether you are righteous

Or a wanted man

When you're living by the gun

The nights can be so cold

Trading bullets for gold

When you're always on the run

Was it worth your soul

For diamonds and Gold

So I decided to live each day

As if it was my last

Always just passing through

And never looking back

So I keep on riding

Waiting for that day

That someone finally tracks me down

And puts me in my grave

So If you're looking down on me

There'll be few words to say

Just a miserable old Son of a Bitch

Lying in his grave

When you're living by the gun

The nights can be so cold

Trading bullets for gold

When you're always on the run

Was it worth your soul

For diamonds and Gold

Goodbye to all the women

Goodbye to all the pain

Goodbye to all those lonely nights

The snow and the rain

Goodbye