Yeah
When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared,
This town's renegade is near
Standing tall, awaiting host,
What's it like to see a ghost?
Both outlaws equal, yes indeed,
A one shot rhythm to the gunsling
So long my sweet
Bye Bye
Standin' alone through soot and stone,
He draws from this holster, a man
Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death
He clenched his fist and said a prayer,
For every breath of dusty air
He fires loud, the end is close,
What's it like to be a ghost?
Both outlaws equal, yes indeed,
A one shot rhythm to the gunsling,
So long my sweet
I hear those voices calling
"Take your life"
I cannot take this lying down
NO!
Standin' alone through soot and stone,
He draws from this holster, a man
Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death
In time In vain
I wash my hands of yesterday
If I should fall,
If I should pass,
It's worth one last stand before the gates of hell!
I hear those voices calling
"Take your life"
I cannot take this lying down
NO!
Standin' alone in soot and stone,
He draws from this holster, a man
Crawlin' alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death
In time In vain
I wash my hands of yesterday
If I should fall,
If I should pass,
It's worth one last stand before the gates of hell!