Gunslingers - You Am I

Well they say that there ain’t no gunslingers left in town

But he’s rollin' them one-hand ciggies and knocking them coke cans down

Now two times a week one all covers them for a dozen

He straps that Gretsch on to his neck and gets those silvers tuggin', now go

Well I’ve learned from the best not to trample with others nest

And my style belies all the tales and the miles

But each weekend I own each square metre I’m allowed

I’m your pistol for hire, yeah

The last gunslinger in town

Well old band hit the top 50 yeh til it all went pear-shaped

When some dick had revelation to record in LA

Now he just can’t wait for that sun to hide away

Til that day glow, it’s a pain you know, and that buggery sure don’t pay, now go

Well I’ve learned from the best not to trample where others nest

And my style belies all the tales and the miles

But each weekend I own each square metre I’m allowed

I’m your pistol for hire, yeah

The last gunslinger in town

We’re all going to La La land

We’re all going to La La land

To lights, thick smoke and loud, loud music

It’s the only kinda life you’ll ever understand

Well I’ve learned from the best not to trample where others nest

And my style belies all the tales and the miles

But each weekend I own each square metre I’m allowed

I’m your pistol for hire, yeah

The last gunslinger in town