When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared,
this town's renegade is near.
Standing tall, awaiting host

wha'ts 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 the 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,
Awaiting host
what's it like to be a ghost?

Both outlaws equal, yes indeed, a one shot though 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 the 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 through the 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.