The Gunsling
(Spoken intro)
Standing alone in the soot and stone,
He draws from his holster, a man.
Crawling alone through the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
In time and in vain.
I wash my hands of yesterday.
If I should fall,
If I should pass,
In one last stand before the gates, before the gates of hell
Crawlin' alone in the soot and stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
Standin' alone in the soot and stone,
He draws from this holster, a man.
Yeah!
When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared,
Well this towns renegade is near.
I'm standing tall, waiting host,
What's it like to see a ghost?
Both outlaws equal, yes indeed,
One shot rhythm to the gunsling
So long my sweet (Bye Bye)
Standin' alone through the soot and the stone,
He draws from his holster, a man.
Crawlin' alone through the soot and the stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
He clenched his fists and said a prayer,
For every breath of dusty air.
His fire's loud, awaiting a host
What's it like to be a ghost?
Both outlaws equal, yes indeed,
One shot rhythm to the gunsling,
So long my sweet.
I hear those voices calling,
"Take my life"
I cannot take my life until... ,
Standin' alone through the soot and the stone,
He draws from his holster, a man.
Crawlin' alone through the soot and the stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
In time. In vain.
Well 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!
I hear those voices calling,
"Take my life"
I cannot take my life until...
Standin' alone through the soot and the stone,
He draws from his holster, a man
Crawlin' alone through the soot and the stone,
He makes his way home half to death.
In time. In vain.
Well 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!
