About The Song

“Running Gun” is a western ballad written and recorded by Marty Robbins and released in 1959 as part of his album Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs. Issued by Columbia Records, the album marked a turning point in Robbins’s career and established him as the foremost storyteller of western-themed country music. “Running Gun” was included as an album track and contributed to the tightly focused narrative concept of the record.

At the time of the recording, Marty Robbins was deliberately moving away from standard country-pop formats and toward short, cinematic story songs inspired by western folklore. Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs was recorded in Nashville under producer Don Law, with an emphasis on clarity, atmosphere, and concise storytelling. “Running Gun” fits this framework, presenting a complete dramatic arc within a brief running time.

Lyrically, the song tells the story of an outlaw who lives by violence and speed, constantly fleeing the consequences of his actions. The narrator describes a life defined by gunfights, escape, and inevitability, with the title phrase “running gun” serving as a metaphor for a man who can never slow down without facing judgment or death. The lyric avoids moral preaching, instead allowing the outcome to speak for itself.

Musically, “Running Gun” is arranged in a spare western style. Acoustic guitar provides the foundation, accompanied by subtle rhythm and restrained instrumental accents that suggest motion and tension. The tempo is brisk but controlled, reinforcing the sense of pursuit and danger without overpowering the narrative. The arrangement leaves space for the lyric to remain the central focus.

Marty Robbins’s vocal delivery is calm and precise, even as the story describes violence and urgency. He avoids dramatization, using steady phrasing to present the outlaw’s fate as an accepted consequence rather than a tragedy. This controlled approach heightens the realism of the song and aligns with Robbins’s broader method of presenting western stories as moral observations rather than sensational tales.

Although “Running Gun” was not released as a single, it became well known through the success of Gunfighter Ballads and Trail Songs, which sold strongly and remained popular for decades. The album’s cohesive storytelling ensured that even non-single tracks received wide exposure and lasting recognition among listeners.

In retrospect, “Running Gun” is regarded as a representative example of Marty Robbins’s western narrative style. Its concise storytelling, disciplined performance, and restrained arrangement demonstrate how Robbins transformed frontier archetypes into emotionally grounded songs. The track remains a respected part of his catalog and continues to appear on reissues and collections documenting his influential contribution to narrative country and western music.

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Lyric

I rode out of Kansas City, going south to Mexico
I was running dodging danger, left the girl that I loved so
Far behind lay Kansas City and the past that I had earned
Twenty notches on my six gun marked the lessons I had learned
Many times I sold my fast gun for a place to lay my head
Till the nights began to haunt me by the men that I left dead
Couldn’t stand it any longer with the life that I’d begun
So I said good-bye to Jeannie and became a running gun
I rode into Amarillo as the sun sank in the west
My thoughts in Kansas City and the girl that I love best
As I smiled and kissed her gently and then turned away to go
Said I’d send for her to meet me when I reached old Mexico
I had barely left the saddle and my foot just touched the ground
When a cold voice from the shadows told me not to turn around
Said he knew about my fast gun, knew the price paid by the law
Challenged by a bounty hunter, so I turned around to draw
I knew someday I’d meet him, for his hand like lightning flashed
My own gun stood in leather as his bullet tore its path
As my strength was slowly fading, I could see him walk away
And I knew that where I lie today, he too must lie some day
Now a crowd is slowly gathering but my eyes are growing dim
And my thoughts return to Jeannie and the home that we had planned
Oh please tell her, won’t you mister, that she’s still the only one
But a woman’s love is wasted when she loves a running gun