Ghost Town

Standing in the among the ruins of what Used to be a thriving little gold fever town I swore I heard music and laughter coming From the half-moon saloon, I walked around But nobody could be found still I could of Sworn I just saw a cowboy walk chasing An apache in a cloud of dust well I felt a Chill run up and down my spine and it is a Hot, hot day in August maybe it's the heat And the sun getting to me, I’d say that if I just didn't stumble up on crooked head Man swinging from dead man's tree... Apparently they don't call this a GHOST TOWN For nothing, and they're everywhere, one Here and one there, voices of the dammed Keep telling me you will not leave this town I try to run for my life but they gather around Me and pull me to the ground, now here I am Confused as I go stumbling around this Cursed town, this GHOST TOWN... Whose blood do you have on your hands...? You stare off into space with cold and evil dark Eyes... Does the gun in your hand make you a man...? Now what cowboy, now that I’m roped and tied Surrounded by your hell hounds in this devil dessert Town... Apparently they call this a GHOST TOWN just because It’s a GHOST TOWN!