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Standin' alone in the soot and stone, He draws from this holster, a man. Crawlin' alone Through the soot and stone, He makes his way home half to death. In time. In vain. I wash my hands of yesterday. If I should fall, If I should pass, It's worth one last stand before the gates Before the gates of Hell. Crawlin' alone Through the soot and stone, He makes his way home half to death. Standin' alone In soot and stone, He draws from this holster... Yeah... When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared, This town's renegade is near. I'm standing tall, awaiting host, What's it like to see a ghost? Both outlaws equal, yes in