Lyrics
Well I fell out of love just a while ago when The Lord above said it's a one man show my red hot kisses under mistletoe are on the yellow brick road - more miles to go
Pack it on up now, time to swing low: New York West Broadway in Soho with a pocket full of pistol hung like a gigolo let me count the ways in which the mood is indigo:
One for the other on a two way street, three sheets to the wind, the four horsemen meet at the five O'clock shadow when they call deep six, half a dozen of the other got the seven year itch, eight days a week, nine lives to give, eleven hours and the clock strikes twelve you live without the ten thatcha found, all you got is one lost and maybe then it's better thatcha never know the cost.
Comes a time when things you might recall are lost and found at the office down the hall if the shit don't boot then it's time to re-install but the easy way out is not to feel at all
I got a new gunrack in my pick-up truck, steel horseshoes and broken luck with a couple a bucks ya know a pocket full of silver a pocket full of gold a way to make ends meet until I grow old where the music and wine are every bit as fine as the women that were mine. Good times bad times, failed and tried, lost and cried, I've lived and died.
That woman in the local saloon, she was sweet as could be she said we should go back to her room, and who was I to do a thing but agree ? But here comes the posse and the gallows pole cuz the lovely little lady whose heart I stole was married to the man, he got me running for my life he's yellin' after me: "she was my lawful wedded wife"!!
The game is up, gotta make a stand. Lay your cards on the table - be a street fightin' man, he got two buck teeth now, steady as I go, it's a knock-down-drag-out blow by blow... gotta learn to duck the rifle blasts and to make the left turn at the top of the pass, near the bottom of the canyon where the river runs through, out behind the mountain where the skies are blue.
In the morning when you rise,
keep your eyes on the prize.
Now here's a word to the wise:
wear your favorite disguise.
And you better try it on for size,
'cause only dead men tell no lies.
