Yeah... 

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!