I'll just have one to cut the dust", the nameless 
stranger said
"But don't you work my tongue loose - need to keep it 
in my head
I need my head on my shoulders, I'm the last one on the 
run
Need my head on my shoulders, I'm the last one on the 
run

Chorus:
But whose prints, whose prints
Whose prints are you going to find
On the butt of the smoking gun?

These days so many amateurs they get high before they 
hit
Got no soul, they got no dedication, they will never 
live to quit
Me, I've graduated first in a class of one
Me, I've graduated first in a class of one

Chorus

Outside the depository the third shot really told the 
story
Since then I've been working on the sequel
Who made men? I don't know - but Colonel Colt sure made 
them equal

Abernathy he took three short steps to where the 
dreamer fell
The softened snout of the bullet left a gaping tale to 
tell
but so little is open, so much needs to be undone
So little is open, so much needs to be undone

Chorus