(Poly Gram Songs, Inc}



I was walking down an old dirt road
I was feeling out and down
I was taking it out on an old tin can
When I came upon an old ghost town

Doors hanging on one end, you know the scene
The background was playing the ''High Noon'' theme
There's dust-devils swirling in the heat
And sidewinders winding down the street (spooky!)

I see a sign that says ''Hotel''
I walk in and I ring the bell
Look up at cobweb and my eyes open wider
When I see the grin of a Cheshire spider

I walk on out, I see a sign that says ''County Jail''
I walk in and I ring a bell
I see what used to be a man
He's reaching out a bony hand
From behind the bars to take the key
That's hanging not more than a foot away (spooky!)

Walk on out, I see a buzzard up in the sky
I squint my eye he's circling low
And he's lighting down
On what remains of this old ghost town

I see a sign that says ''Saloon''
Like I said it's hot high noon
So I walk in and I ring the bell.
No one answers, so I ring the bell again

Although the shells hold only dust
I know where to quench this thirst
You see my daddy used to tender bar
So I know what the secrets are

Keep your money in your purse
And stash a bottle under the first dots
Keep some secrets never tell
And those secrets will keep you very well

Speaking of keeping, if you're feeling down
And you come upon an old ghost town
Direct your feet past all the decay
The place where things just mellow with age

(Am throughout