John Wesley Harding
The Bullet Catch
[Verse 1]
Every night in my magic show
I substitute the real bullet for the fake
You point the barrels at me
And we see whose nerve will break
When only I know
That the real one is in my hand
It's make-believe
When I am the magician
You can gamble your life and never once fail
On a coin that has two tails
And that's the catch
That's the bullet catch
[Verse 2]
Well, yesterday evening
As you inspected the real one
Before I had a chance to change them
You'd already loaded up the gun
I am The Great Whoever
So I just said, "Well, take your aim"
Held my breath
And hoped you did the same
There's not a bone in my body gives in gracefully
Well, you could call it the magician in me
And that's the catch
That's the bullet catch
[Bridge]
I watched the rising muzzle
And your finger on the trigger
Seconds passed
[Verse 3]
And no one spoke
The audience saw you hesitate
I stood there, looking at you
And I wondered why you'd wait
I knew your nerve had broken
And I crossed the stage to you
"Well, don't feel bad
It's happened to others too"
You took your seat once your chance had gone
And that's the only time a trick went wrong
That's the catch
That's the bullet catch
[Outro]
The bullet catch
The bullet catch
The bullet catch