Music by Elton John
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Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
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I pulled out my Stage Coach Times
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And I read the latest news
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I tapped my feet in dumb surprise
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And of course I saw they knew
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The Pinkertons pulled out my bags
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And asked me for my name
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I stuttered out my answer
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And hung my head in shame
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Now they've found me
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At last they've found me
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It's hard to run
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From a starving family
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Now they've found me
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Well I won't run
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I'm tired of hearing
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There goes a well-known gun
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Now I've seen this chain gang
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Lord I say let me see my priest
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I couldn't have faced your desert sand
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Old burning brown backed beast
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The poor house they hit me for my kin
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And claimed my crumbling walls
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Now I know how Reno felt
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When he ran from the law
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Now they've found me
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At last they've found me
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It's hard to run
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From a starving family
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Now they've found me
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Well I won't run
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I'm tired of hearing
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There goes a well-known gun
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Now they've found me
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Lord I say at last they've found me
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It's hard to run
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From a starving family
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Lord I say now they've found me
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Well I won't run
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I'm tired of hearing
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There goes a well-known gun
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Lord I say now they've found me
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At last they've found me
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It's hard to run
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From a starving family
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Now they've found me
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I won't run
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I'm tired of hearing
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There goes a well-known gun
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Ballad Of A Well-Known Gun
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| Elton John |
