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 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!
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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!