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 cant take you dancing out on the weekend
I figured wed 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
Im low as a paid assassin is
You know Im cold as a hired sword
Im so ashamed cant we patch it up
You know I cant think straight no more
You make me feel like a bullet honey in the gun of robert ford
Like a child when his toys been stepped on
Thats how it all seemed to me
I burst the bubble that both of us lived in
And Im damned if Ill ever get rid of this guilt that I feel
And if looks could kill then Id be a dead man
Your friends and mine dont call no more
Hell, I thought it was best but now I feel branded
Breaking ups sometimes like breaking the law
Breaking ups sometimes like breaking the law