Music by elton john

Lyrics by bernie taupin

Available on the album rock of the westies





Like a corn in a field i cut you down

I threw the last punch too hard

After years of going steady, well i thought that it was time

To throw in my hand for a new set of cards



And i can't take you dancing out on the weekend

I figured we'd painted too much of this town

And i tried not to look as i walked to my wagon

And i knew then i had lost what should have been found

I knew then i had lost what should have been found





And i feel like a bullet in the gun of robert ford

I'm low as a paid assassin is

You know i'm cold as a hired sword

I'm so ashamed can't we patch it up

You know i can't think straight no more

You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of robert ford





Like a child when his toy's been stepped on

That's how it all seemed to me

I burst the bubble that both of us lived in

And i'm damned if i'll ever get rid of this guilt that i feel





And if looks could kill then i'd be a dead man

Your friends and mine don't call no more

Hell, i thought it was best but now i feel branded

Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law

Breaking up's sometimes like breaking the law




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