still blue, man he was.
silence falls in the saloon crowd,
as he heads for the street and runs…
it ain’t the first time, it ain’t the first time
he’s been shot…
call the doctor, a shot for the ghost time
it ain’t my thought to stop the bullets…
there’s no sign that he’s alive,
is he dead?
is he dead?
there’s no sign that he’s alive…
if you’re the doctor then i’m professor of dialectics…
lets fight: lets fight.
he doesnt fit into town life…
