High Midnight


Bang bang mister smells like you is dead
Laying with three bullet holes in your head
One's for Peter one's for Paul
One's for the man on the gilded cross
Hanging on the barroom wall

Midnight sun cause a pattern in the dust
It kinda looks like your face an acre of lake-bed crust
The cracks run deep into the soul of man
The undertaker he's dressed in black itchin to play his hand

Well it's high midnight at gallows bend
Vulture kiss is your only friend
High midnight at gallows bend
Undertaker's carving out your name again
The Boothill stomp must have come so easily
To the ten dead suckers dancin underneath the hanging tree
Arsenic made their veins turn hard as rock
You better climb on honey, I'll give you a ride
Hell's too far to walk

Well it's high midnight at gallows bend
Vulture kiss is your only friend
High midnight at gallows bend
Undertaker's carving out your name again
The ol' undertaker carving out your name again
The ol' undertaker carving out your name again



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