Lyrics:
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!
