Ballad of the Left Hand Gun

What I want, what I got

Won't shine in an open lot

What I have, what I needIs a taste for luxury greed

I spend money like a waterfall

Won and lost in the gambling brawl

My shoes speak Italian style

Out of fashion for a long long whileThe names have changed

And the stories run

This is the ballad of the left hand gun

The names have changed

But the story runs

This is the ballad of the left hand gun

Forty years he played guitar

Forty years he hit up every bar

I hear the champ is past his prime

Lost it all on the spin of a dime

I have a clock up on the wall

Comes from China, don't tell the time at all

Women came and women went

Some were ugly and some heaven sentThe names have changed

And the stories run

This is the ballad of the left hand gun

The names have changed

It will run

This is the ballad of the left hand gunAll for nothing

All for small change

Here's for the glory

Here's for the strange

The names have changed

And the stories run

This is the ballad of the left hand gun

The names have changed

It will run

This is the ballad of the left hand gunAll for nothing

All for small change

Here's for the glory

Here's for the strange