From the recording Wood&Wires
One night in Arizona, not long after moving down from Colorado, I began to have some buyer's remorse about the move. I'm happy to say that since I wrote this song, "smoke" has become legal down here too.
Eddy Roswell: guitars, keyboards, orchestrations, vocals
Spencer Pyne: bass
David Sondrup: drums
Kenny Vaughan: lead guitar
Lyrics
GUNSLINGER (Skibbe)
© 2016, Coyote Tongue Music (ASCAP)
Rode into town on a cloud of dust
Hit them swinging doors like a cowboy must
Don’t remember much, just smoke and beer
I woke up in a striped outfit
Ten long months ‘til I was out of it
How was I to know smoke was illegal down here?
One hundred thousand giant green saguaros
Every looming one is giving me the finger
Sand swallows every buck you can beg steal or borrow
Hoo! Look out Billy The Kid
I’m a gunslinger, a gunslinger Oooh Hooo!
I did my time and I settled down
Got a little place on the edge of town
I fought and I loved until she said yes
But all things pass, life is rough
One busted night we’d both had enough
Now she and the javelinas took everything that I had left
One hundred thousand giant green saguaros
Every looming one is giving me the finger
Sand swallows every buck you can beg steal or borrow
Hoo! Look out Billy The Kid
Here comes a gunslinger, I’m a gunslinger, a gunslinger Oooh Hooo!
Now I’m doing life in this dive bar
Drinking double whiskeys, playing guitar
Tryin’ to pay my tab from the old tip jar
While one hundred thousand giant green saguaros
Every looming one giving me the finger
Sand swallows every buck you can beg steal or borrow
Hoo! Look out Billy The Kid
I’m a gunslinger, a gunslinger
I’m a gunslinger, a gunslinger
We’re all gunslingers
Gunslingers Oooh Hoooo!
