Lyrics
The lord cursed my soul for killin that poor man, his eyes cold as death
Go ahead drink with the living dead, i pushed the shot of whiskey back on over towards the ghoul
a man to match me drink for drink or by the bullet die
i would match him drink for drink
Unless you aim to kill a man and drink down his last beer, you can never win, then you ll go free and i can finally rot
Unless you aim to kill a man and drink down his last beer, if you draw against his hand with, i knew he d traveled far
You can never win, you better drink your drink and shut your mouth Drink, go ahead drink with the living dead
If you draw against his hand, be him live or dead
i shot a man to steal his drink
go ahead drink with the living dead
There ain t no fancy moral to go with this i fear, so into the morning i matched him ounce for ounce
I pushed the shot of whiskey back on over towards the ghoul, no one makes me a fool
You knock em back, there ain t no choice so you must try to match me shot for shot, you knock em back
but something wasn t right
Til stanton cree fell over and a winner was announced, he lowered his hat
Be him live or dead, i shot a man to steal his drink with, i was sittin in the thirsty devil
When the bat wings doors creaked open and a stranger sauntered in, unless you aim to kill a man and drink down his last beer
but something wasn t right
the patrons whispered hushed and low
but i don t forget the night when death had chosen me
There ain t no choice so you must try to match me shot for shot, til stanton cree fell over and a winner was announced, but something wasn t right