Lyrics of Ballad of a well-known gun

I pulled out my stage coach times
And i read the latest news
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
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

Now they've found me
Well i won't run
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
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
Now i know how reno felt
When he ran from the law

Now they've found me
At last they've found me
It's hard to run
From a starving family

Now they've found me
Well i won't run
I'm tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun

Now they've found me
Lord i say at last they've found me
It's hard to run
From a starving family

Lord i say now they've found me
Well i won't run
I'm tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun

Lord i say now they've found me
At last they've found me
It's hard to run
From a starving family

Now they've found me
I won't run
I'm tired of hearing
There goes a well-known gun