Last Days Of Harry Carey Songtext
von Kevin Nolan

He said, Take my gun
You′re my favourite son
And you ride that horse
Like you stole it

We all got it coming, kid
Pearls for the swine
Yea we all got our time
Can't worry a dying man′s mind


Dishing out the devil's wages
With a peacemaker and a pocket comb
Ah no more of this
Nail me in and take me home

Take my gun
You're my favourite son
And you ride that horse
Like you stole it

Face in the forest
I never stood a chance
I′m just some rum soaked gunman
Who never took a stand


Dishing out the Devil′s wages
I stole my life from an oracle bone
No more of this
Nail me in and bring me home