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 a**a**in 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 have 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 k** 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 And i feel like a bullet in the gun of robert ford I'm low as a paid a**a**in 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