[Verse 1] The old gunfighter stood on the porch and stared into sun And relived all the old days back when he was living by the gun When deadly games of pride were played and Living was mistakes not made And the thought of the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke The thought of the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke And it's always keep your back to the sun And you can almost feel the weight of that gun And it's faster than snakes or a blink of the eye And it's a time for all slow men to die His eyes get squinty and he's straight as log And he empties his gun at the dirty dog And he's hit by the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Hit by the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Now the burn of a bullet is only a scar And he's back in his chair in front of a bar And the streets are empty and the blood's all dried The dead are dust and and the whiskey's inside So buy him a drink and lend him an ear He's nobody's fool but he's the only one here Who remembers the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Remembers the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Son I stood in that street before it was paved I learned the shoot or be shot before I could shave And I did it all for the money and the fame Noble was nothing but feeling no shame And nothing was sacred but staying alive And all that I learned from a Colt 45 Was to cuss the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke To cuss the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Now he's just an old man that nobody believes Says he's a gunfighter, the last of this breed And there's ghosts in the street seeking revenge Calling him out to the lunatic fringe He's out in the traffic now checking the sun And he's killed by a car as he goes for his gun So much for the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke So much for the smell of the black powder smoke And the stand in the street at the turn of a joke Follow Johnny Cash: Facebook: https://JohnnyCash.lnk.to/_followFI Instagram: https://JohnnyCash.lnk.to/_followII Twitter: https://JohnnyCash.lnk.to/_followTI Website: https://JohnnyCash.lnk.to/_followWI Spotify: https://JohnnyCash.lnk.to/_followSI YouTube: https://JohnnyCash.lnk.to/subscribeYD

{Aesop Rock} Yo I take 10 steps with a bent left vision Study the disorders we've absorbed inside the village I understand the plagues and why they shake hands with my grimace Then remain up in my face like top to bottom train car fill-ins Let's question the ascension of a broken social icon and bury its domino affect I'mma blow this hex over the mission Just to administer the end-all sucker punch toward its pitiful condition {C-Rayz Walz} With no alibi love is used as a guide by the civilized Some see it as the body heat you feel when you close your eyes That's so much of a lie, you can leave your hair dyed and scorch your roots As the truth hits your ears begin to cry "Why Is It Like This!" Why the fuck do I care? I don't have the answers, or at least the ones you want to hear City lights look like bright groups of fire flies Many see the truth (the proof) only when the liar dies Tires screech to a halt, the ground cries Spit sparks speak to the streets The skid marks are replies Read discussions of what we rode through entrenched in the vocals The hopeless stay hopeful (the toxic fumes choke you) As I walk out my door, step into the pollution (I breathe in the problems) exhale solutions Physically the situation's hard to stop I had a wicked jump shot and sold crack rock on back blocks Casualties in this apocalypse (street chronicle) Abnormal abdominals (push-ups phenomenal) Relaxin drinking my 6-pack maxing Faxing my thoughts on the satellite, via Donahue (push it) Table talk, salt and pepper conversation Integrated sectors, metropolis and mecca It's a conspiracy (you know), I can't lie dukes Sometimes I feel the rats got a better deal than I do {Aesop Rock}(Chorus) It goes thieves, bandits, low lives, scum Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum Steadily searching for something new under the sun But its stagnant, active element first of madness Thieves, bandits, low lives, scum Punks that buckle under the rumble of my drum Steadily searching for something new under the sun But its hurtin, act of development first diversion {C-Rayz Walz} A new universe in ancient, so I stay patient In a gravel pit, travelin thoughts unraveling, pacing Embracing light of America, and found a shade of darkness (underground) The traincar used to be my apartment Sick of people rushin in the doors before I get out Conductors closing the doors before I get in, I shout "The blizzard's coming, the blizzard's coming!" ? Don't get worried now (We've been in a cold world!) We just getting flurries now? {Aesop Rock} Yeah, its like sloooowww dooowwwn You're movin much too fast to bust through the finale fashioned glass Its delicate demeanor and I teach you how to hang But we like 1970 something 20 kliks outside Da Nang (Dear Obedience) I apologize for the faulty academics But they placed us in a miserable stasis I let bygones be bygones But tryin to see eye to eye with the faceless Just ain't working the way the manual paints it See I soak in a blue note factory While most cats hassle bandits lamping (?) solo And when the last red brick topples over the earth To intercept your crooked little mess I can be found in a social coma directly to your left Engaged in a conversation, a marvel with my breath Regarding how to document the shady baby steps I bounce checks like a modern man Sleep with one eye open while the other two drift Together specimens from the promised land This for the thinkers This for the urchins allergic to they own stingers This for the absurd verdict linkers This for that cat at my shows that's always got prophetic opinions But can't remember where his drink is I'm wallowing, shrugging I'm plugging your corporation Cause we alley cats addicted to the sickly warped sensation Answer this: when all is said and done Are you a memorable trooper or just a lab rat on the run Choose one {Chorus} FOLLOW AESOP ROCK: https://www.rhymesayers.com/aesoprock https://www.facebook.com/aesoprockwins https://www.twitter.com/aesoprockwins https://www.instagram.com/aesoprockwins