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I pulled out my Stage Coach Times and I read the latest news.
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I tapped my feet in dumb surprise and of course I saw they knew.
The Pinkertons pulled out my bags and asked me for my name.
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I stuttered out my answer and hung my head in shame.
Now they've found me. At last they've found me.
It's hard to run from a starving family.
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Now they've found me. Well I won't run.
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I'm tired of hearing "There goes a well-known gun".
Now I've seen this chain gang - Lord, I say let me see my priest.
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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.
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Now I know how Reno felt when he ran from the law.
Chorus
Oh, the well-known gun
(Now they've found me) There goes the well-known gun
(I said found me) There goes the well-known gun