Latin Quarter - Smoking Gun lyrics

I'll just have one to cut the dust", the nameless Stranger said "But don't you work my tongue loose - need to keep it In my head I need my head on my shoulders, I'm the last one on the Run Need my head on my shoulders, I'm the last one on the Run But whose prints, whose prints Whose prints are you going to find On the bu*t of the smoking gun? These days so many amateurs they get high before they Hit Got no soul, they got no dedication, they will never Live to quit Me, I've graduated first in a cla** of one Me, I've graduated first in a cla** of one Outside the depository the third shot really told the Story Since then I've been working on the sequel Who made men? I don't know - but Colonel Colt sure made Them equal Abernathy he took three short steps to where the Dreamer fell The softened snout of the bullet left a gaping tale to Tell But so little is open, so much needs to be undone So little is open, so much needs to be undone