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