A Professional Gun Lyrics & Chords By Nick Pynn

Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But held it up with a smile "What am I bidden, good folks,"...read more

I'd rather sleep in a box like a bum on the street Than a fine feather bed without your little ol' cold feet And I'd rather be deaf, dumb, and stone blind Than to know...read more

The wind is blowin' around my cabin I hate to hear that mournful sound I'm all alone and so downhearted Since my true love ain't around. I hate to see that sun...read more

On top of Old Smokey, All covered with snow, I lost my true lover, For courting too slow. For courting's a pleasure, But parting is grief, And a false-hearted lover, Is...read more

Atop the crags and cliffs the air is thin So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill Meet me where the snowmelt flows It is there, my dear, where we'll begin again ...read more