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When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared Well this town's renegade is near He's 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 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, a waiting host 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 shouting "Take my life" I cannot take my life until No! Standin' alone through sun and stone He draws from this holster, a man Crawlin' alone through the sun and stone He makes his way home half to death In time (in time) In vain (in vain) I wash my hands, of yesterday If I should fall (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 my life until 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 time) In vain (in vain) I wash my hands, of yesterday If I should fall (if i should fall) If I should pass It's worth one last stand before the gates of hell |