When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared, this town's renegade is near.
Standing tall, awaiting host...whats 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 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.
I hear these voices surround me,
"take your life"
I cannot take this lying down
NO!
Standing tall, awaiting host...whats 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 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.
I hear these voices surround me,
"take your life"
I cannot take this lying down
NO!