The Silver Gun - Robert Palmer

They say a man’s best friend is his horse

But I say it is his gun

For what can a horseman do without a gun?

I sold my silver barrelled gun

And bought a brocade gown for my beloved

But she could not accept it

She returned it

Now I have no gun and no love

No, but with wet lashes and a charming smile

I could tell her heartache was more terrible than mine

I could stand the heartache

If I could see you again

Until then, I am alone, city to city

Walking the streets

With a heavy heart