Last Days Of Harry Carey by Kevin Nolan (c) 

He said take my gun, you’re my favourite son and you ride that horse like you stole it. We all got it coming, kid, we're just pearls for the swine, yea we all got our time, 'can’t worry a dying man’s mind. Dishing out the devil’s wages with a peacemaker
and a pocket comb. Ah! no more of this nail me in and take me home. 

Take my gun, you’re my favourite son and you ride that horse 
like you stole it. Face in the forest I never stood a chance I’m just some rum soaked gunman who never took a stand 
dishing out the Devil’s wages I stole my life from an oracle bone no more of this nail me in and bring me home.