I´m moving out of Tombstone, yeah with the sun behind my back
I´m tired of people talking of things that I lack Ever since a week ago, the day he passed away I´ve been taking too much notice of the things they´ve had to say
And all they say is you ain´t half the man he used to be He had strength and he worked his life to feed his family So if that´s the way it has to be, I´ll say goodbye to you I´m not the guy, or so it seems to fill my old man´s shoes
Like I´m a wicked way of life, the kind that should be tamed They´d like to see me locked in jail and tied up in their chains
Oh it´s hard and I can´t see what they want me to do Lord, Lord They seem to think I should step into the old man´s shoes