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I pulled out my stage coach times and I read the latest news
I tapped my feet in dumb surprise and of course I saw they knew
Pinkertons they pulled out my bags, asked me for my name
I stuttered out my answer and hung my head in shame
Now they've found me
Oh, at last they've found me
It's hard to run
From a starving family
Now they've found me
Well, I won't run
I'm tired of hearing
There goes a well known gun
There goes a well known gun
Now I've seen this chain gang
Let me see my priest
I couldn't have faced your desert sand
Old burning brown-backed beast
The poor house they hit me for my kin
And claimed my crumbling walls
Now I know how Reno felt when he ran from the law
Now they've found me
Oh, at last they've found me
It's hard to run
From a starving family
Now they've found me
Well, I won't run
I'm tired of hearing
There goes a well known gun
There goes a well known gun
Now they've found me
Oh, at last they've found me
It's hard to run
From a starving family
Now they've found me
Well, I won't run
I'm tired of hearing
There goes a well known gun
There goes a well known gun
There goes a well known gun
There goes a well known gun










































