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Sun Down is coming faster than you think Ghost Town of a soul, solitary in the clink Wail of a winchester smokin' out Riding like a thunderstorm on the wind Nightmare horse and a 9 millimeter Fire off a smile with a crooked grin Oh no, we've seen this one before Oh no, we've gone through this same door Bourbon burning bar keep Wiping tar from a leather seat Sleeps at the hangman's feet Sharp shadows of a razor ridge Rise with a black moon Atop the devil's bridge Grim greetings Take care to leave too soon Put a lighter to a silver spoon Oh no, we've seen this one before Oh no, we've gone through this same door The Death of the West The Death of the West The Death of the West The Death of the West