it was in alexandria that I took my first life
he had it out for me from the beginning
so I carried a knife
it was long and shiny like a silvery tooth
they say only dead men still tell the truth

trade your pistol for a coffin
and crows will dig your grave
they say I shot a man for nothin
and for you I'll do the same
cuz I'm the man with no name

I was in dallas texas when I bought my first gun
around the time I left home and went on the run
they were hot on my heels by the time I turned twenty-five
I remember singin 'back in black' when I broke through that line

now I travel the western worlds when the desert sun is high
with a belly full of iron and a double-barrel full of fire and ice
the trail of my cigarette marks the places I've been
I'm a man without a home the whisper of the wind