The Stand

Oh I have been out searching with the black book in my hand And I've looked between the lines that lie on the pages that I tread I met the walking dude, religious, in his wom down cowboy boots He walked liked no man on earth I swear he had no name (had no name) I swear he had no name Come on down and meet your maker Come on down and make the stand Come on down, come on down, Come on down and make the stand. As I crawled beneath the searchlights Looking through the floorboards of this life I met Doctor Strangelove's cousin He bore the marks of time "Hey! Trashcan where you going boy Your eyes are feet apart Is that the end you're carrying Shall I play the funeral march" (play the march) "Play the funeral march" Come on down and meet your maker Come on down and make the stand Come on down, come on down, Come on down and we'll make the stand. Come on down and meet your maker Come on down and make the stand Come on down, come on down, Come on down, we'll make the stand. When I looked out the window On the hardship that had struck I saw the seven phials open The plague claimed man and son Four men at a grave in silence With hats bowed down in grace A simple wooden cross, It had no epitaph engraved (it had no) It had no epitaph engraved. Come on down and meet your maker Come on down and make the stand Come on down, come on down, Come on and make the stand Come on down and meet your maker Come on down and make the stand Come on down, come on down, Come on down, and we'll make the stand.