Paroles Ballad of the self-loading pistol Bruce Springsteen

Ballad of the self-loading pistol

Father, I have come.
To tell you about somethin I done.
Well as the night reared its light head
Into a babys sun,
We rolled down into the town
From where the black throats come.

And you know there was a robbry.
There was a holdup.
Ooh, there was a shootout.
And there was a killin.
And theres blood on my hands.
Today I killed a man.

Well now, sister, you know me well.
And you ask me well, how it was I felt.
Well, she had an appetite for lovin
Only a fadin beauty could posses.
She knew just what she wanted
And she wouldnt take less.

I figured it was a small town.
It was at sundown.
It was just a small crowd of people around.
Oh! but he wouldnt put his guns down.
No, he wouldnt put his guns down.
Oh, he wouldnt put his guns down.
Now his bloods on my hands.
Today I killed a man.

And, papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot.
Well, that song a bullet sings as she whistles.
And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol.

Well now, father. I have come.
To tell you about somethin I done.
He had a widow, runnin through town screamin.
He had a brother, and his tears were streamin.
Now Im movin on the border
With a rifle on my shoulder.

cuz, daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot.
The love song a bullet sings as she whistles.
And showed me the glory of the self-loading pistol.

And I just come to tell ya,
That it dont hurt no more.
No, it dont hurt no more,
cuz your son, hes an outlaw.
Oh, your son, hes an outlaw.
Yes, your son, hes an outlaw.
Oh, your son, hes an outlaw.
Now, your son, hes an outlaw.
Oh, your son, hes an outlaw.
And this blood feels good on my hands.
Today I killed a man.