My gun done

Dusty wind rode tumbleweeds along, Sun was burnin' like a sin. I stepped into a roadside saloon to the sound Of a broken grin. Doors creaked wide, all voices faded, Every stare cut sharp and slow. In the corner, whiskey in his shadow, Sat a man who let me know. My gun don't. My gun don't. My gun don't. My gun don't. He said, "Stranger, You don't belong here." I said, "Ain't your call to make." Chair scraped loud, hand on the holster, You could feel the silence break. Someone whispered, "Blood by sundown." Someone slipped outside to see. We both stood, eyes locked like iron, And walked out to destiny. My gun don't. My gun don't. My gun don't. My gun don't. Wind went still, the world stopped turnin', Only heartbeats filled the air. Two lone shadows in crimson sunset, No one left Who even cared. Time stretched thin like a dyin' echo, Fingers burned on iron tight. One shot cracked through the canyon silence, Clipped the edge of fadin' light. He went down, dust rose up around him. I just stood there cold and numb. Another sunset, one more survivor, But I ain't who I've become. My gun don't. My gun don't. My gun don't. My gun don't.