When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared,
Well this town's renegade is near.
Standing tall, awaiting host
What's it like to see a ghost?
Both outlaws equal, yes indeed,
One shot through 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, one shot through the gunsling,
So long my sweet.

I hear those voices calling,
"Take my 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.
Before the gates of hell.
Before the gates of hell. (Hell)

I hear those voices calling,
"Take my 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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