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