Bruce Springsteen — Ballad Of The Self-Loading Pistol

Father, I have come To tell you about somethin' I done Well as the night reared it's light head Into a baby's sun We rolled down into the town From where the black throats come And you know there was a robb'ry There was a holdup Ooh, there was a shootout And there was a killin' And there's blood on my hands Today I killed a man Well now, sister, you know me well And you ask me well, how it was I felt Well, she had an appetite for lovin' Only a fadin' beauty could posses She knew just what she wanted And she wouldn't take less I figured it was a small town It was at sundown It was just a small crowd of people around Oh! but he wouldn't put his guns down No, he wouldn't put his guns down Oh, he wouldn't put his guns down Now his blood's on my hands Today I killed a man And, papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot Well, that song a bullet sings as she whistles And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol Well now, father. I have come To tell you about somethin' I done He had a widow, runnin' through town screamin' He had a brother, and his tears were streamin' Now I'm movin' on the border With a rifle on my shoulder 'cuz, daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot The love song a bullet sings as she whistles And showed me the glory of the self-loading pistol And I just come to tell ya That it don't hurt no more No, it don't hurt no more 'cuz your son, he's an outlaw Oh, your son, he's an outlaw Yes, your son, he's an outlaw Oh, your son, he's an outlaw Now, your son, he's an outlaw Oh, your son, he's an outlaw And this blood feels good on my hands Today I killed a man