The Day I Picked Up That Dead Man's Gun

I saw my first killing At the tinder age of thirteen Two men fell outta the towns saloon And commenced to fighting in the street It was at that very moment My Momma she grabbed me But Momma couldn't keep me from seeing What it is I seen It broke my heart when Momma Stood on that dusty street and cried But I still went about my business When she covered up her eyes I grabbed the dead mans gun That's when I told my lie I told my Momma that I'd be home Later on that night But my Momma she never saw Her young boys face again 'Cept on the wanted posters Nailed up by many a lawman Many a lawman lately That's gunning for my hide 'N' to think it all got started When the first owner of this here gun of mine died My killing spree started in Colorado Then went south for a spell Every town that I rode up on Became a living hell A living hell that no one ever Had the nerve to give me back I almost feel sorry for the men Who ever dared to cross my path No matter how far or fast I ran Death was always close behind In his right hand he holds a flaming sword On the handle engraved the name is mine The name is mine And he knows it well Deaths one desire Is my soul in hell I was twenty one years of age When a coward shot me in the back Shot me in the back Cause it was courage that he lacked The courage that he lacked Stopped my deadly run As fast as it all got started The day I pick up that dead mans gun