Old Gunfighter

This song captures the archetype of the aging outlaw beautifully: the inevitability of time, the weight of scars, and the futility of trying to outrun one’s past. -- Lyrics: -- I am an old cowboy on the run. I make my living with a gun. There’s no place for me to hide. So, all that I can do is ride. -- Every scar I have tells a tale, Of my life, living on the trail. Someone always wants to face me down. Just gunning for me to take my crown. -- It all started when I was eighteen. I was just a wild child, acting mean. I haven’t had much peace since that day. Too late, I wish I hadn’t gone astray. -- I’m getting old now, it’s hard to see. But those young ones keep challenging me. I wish I could just fade away. Forget about my gun fighting days. -- I’ll probably die lying in the street. Killed by a kid who thinks he can’t be beat. When that day comes, I’ll just fade away. Buried on a day that’s cold and gray. -- It all started when I was eighteen. I was just a wild child, acting mean. I haven’t had much peace since that day. Too late, I wish I hadn’t gone astray. -- I want my gunfighting days to be done. People don't respect me, just my gun. But if I don't continue to kill. I'll be the one living, on Boot Hill. -- It all started when I was eighteen. I was just a wild child, acting mean. I haven’t had much peace since that day. Too late, I wish I hadn’t gone astray. -- Every scar I have tells a tale, Of my life, living on the trail. I’ll probably die lying in the street. Killed by a kid who thinks he can’t be beat. When that day comes, I’ll just fade away. Buried on a day that’s cold and gray. -- Photo is AI generated