You like to wear the fast gun   You try and make me run   When the whole town turns its troubles down on you   You like to wear your gun down low   And you kiss her when you go   Would a half breed cowboy lose her   You never know      When you shot them dressed in black   How to pull these triggers back   When it happens there's a time when it's pouring down   Will you meet me there, let's go   Better to let your feelings show   Because the fast gun's got troubles of his own      You like to wear the fast gun   You gonna try and make me run   You think you're going to shoot me down   Well you never will   'Cause they say you've got no soul   You got to hit them quite low   Would a half breed cowboy lose her   How you know, how you know, you must never know      When you shot them dressed in black   How to pull these triggers back   When it happens there's a time when it's pouring down   Will you meet me there, let's go   Better to let your feelings show   Because the fast gun's got troubles of his own      You wear the fast gun wear it low   You like to kiss her when you go   (Repeat to end)