Gunslinger

I feel like a gunslinger,
who just road into town,
I feel like a gunslinger,
and my gun’s hung way down.
Frightened eyes,
from behind closed windows,
watching me and everywhere that I go.
Gunslinger, we’re watching you,
Gunslinger, whatcha gonna do,
But I ain’t a gunslinger,
I’m afraid you’ve got it all wrong,
you see I’m only a rock singer,
and I won’t be in your town for long.
So there’s no need,
to lock up all your daughters,
it’s only me and I know what I should and ought to do.
Um, gunslinger, we’re watching you,
Gunslinger, whatcha gonna do,
frightened eyes from behind closed windows,
watching me and everywhere that I go.
Gunslinger, we’re watching you,
Gunslinger, whatcha gonna do.
So tell me, tell me, tell me,
Oh ho, gunslinger, whatcha gonna do.
Um hum, gunslinger