I've seen clouds in the eyes of children,
And felt the sting from time to time.
Looked at life through an open bottle
Just to ease my mind.

But I never thought I'd see,
Him come to any harm.
Something killed the gunslinger,
In cold blood and unarmed.

I've heard him roar in a heat of passion,
About the justice we rarely see.
I've heard his pride and his satisfaction
In his family.

I've heard the blues pour out of his guitar
Like his soul just busted a seam.
I've heard the road that he used to travel
Almost broke his dreams.

But I never thought I'd hear,
Those words come through the phone.
Something killed the gunslinger,
And he won't be comin' home.

You know, I never thought he would fall.
What a waste of a mind.
You know he never wanted it all,
Just a little more time.

But I never thought I feel,
Such anger and cold rage.
That something killed the gunslinger,
At a youngman's age.