They gave me the job of the sheriff,
'Cause I was fast with a gun;
How could I refuse them,
They really needed someone.
Well, I tried to explain to my baby,
But then she left me one day;
She said I'd return to you only,
If I threw my six guns away.
Now I'm not supposed to be lonely,
To need or to love anyone;
I'm just supposed to be only,
The man behind the gun.
Well, then she wrote me a letter,
She said, I want you to know,
That my heart is aching,
I need you and I love you so.
The stage was leavin' this morning,
I'll be on the stage without fail;
Somebody shot Jimmy Taylor,
And I started out on the trail.
Now I'm not supposed to be lonely,
To need or to love anyone;
I'm just supposed to be only,
The man behind the gun.
Well, it took three weeks, I remember,
Before I could track the man down;
When I returned with the prisoner,
It was the talk of the town.
Too late to return to my baby,
They buried her deep in the clay;
Now I'm stuck in the saddle,
Just drawing a heartache of pay.
Now I'm not supposed to be lonely,
To need or to love anyone;
I'm just supposed to be only,
The man behind the gun.
Yes, I'm just supposed to be only,
The man behind the gun.