Under The Gun [For Jeffrey Lee Pierce]

<br>I still can picture him: his hands in his back pockets.<br>He wasn`t much for words, but when the wise kids made a racket he`d just have to go downtown, throw his weight around before starting over.<br><br>&quot;Say did you hear I`ve got a band?<br>Some guys I know from L.A.<br>We`ll own the Rio Grande.<br>I`ll pay you back next Friday.<br>You know it sure ain`t big, just some cats I dig.<br>They said they`d do the gig.&quot;<br><br>Oh Desperado, why don`t you spend your life in Colorado?<br>Oh Restless Shadow, out in the blue hills you`re feeling hollow.<br><br>Oh El Diablo, why did you spend your life in California?<br>I should have warned ya.<br>No place to go now but falling over.<br><br>Some hands can`t make it on the run, under the gun.<br>Not for the younger.<br>Oh Jack Daniels, I feel your hunger.<br><br>I know you did your best, but you thought that you did not.<br>I wish that I had known before I heard the last shot.<br>You know, it`s not a sin, that little badge of tin.<br>Just a momento.<br><br>So sad you loved in vain.<br>My comrades lost in battle.<br>The music wars are done from London to Seattle.<br>We all pay to play and all our yesterdays are starting over.<br><br>Oh Desperado, why don`t you spend your life in Colorado?<br>Oh Restless Shadow, out on the blue hills you`re feeling hollow.<br><br>Oh El Diablo, why did you spend your life in California?<br>I should have warned ya.<br>No place to go now but falling over.<br><br>Ready to die.<br>Now he`s ready to die.