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 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.
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 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!
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!
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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 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.
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 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!
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!
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