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letra de black magic gun - wayne berry

i was on a south road, i’s headed towards savannah
i was tired of bein’ poor
didn’t suit me anymore
i sung up every song to dream on tryin’ to stay ahead
the dollar i had left to live on i drank that down instead

then i run up on this stranger in the dirt
and he looked like some unfinished dirty work-
he was barely breathin’, wasn’t nothin’ left to say
i helped myself and stole his gun
he was dyin’ anyway

i was out in texas, was barely two months later
i had found myself a name
i had stumbled into fame
i shot a man down in louisiana with the stranger’s gun
he nevеr even clearеd his leather before the shot had rung

and i’d never worn a six gun in my life
so it’s strange to me how i could take a life-
now they’re tellin’ me that i’m faster than any other man
must have been black magic i was holdin’ in my hand

if i take it off they’ll shoot me down
if i wear it someone will die-
the devil made that deadly thing
and you know i do not lie-
i don’t believe in fortune, but i do believe in sin
must have been black magic
in that old gun that done him in
i rode across the border, l’s just outside durango
when a bullet split the night
off behind me and to my right
i tried to see the coward’s face but i never got a glance
i tried to get a shot off but i never had no chance

and the pain was like no pain i’d ever known
so i’s satisfied that i would die alone-
i was barely breathin’ wasn’t nothin’ could be said
he helped himself, and stole my gun, and left me there for dead

- wayne berry

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