Doc Holliday by Volbeat
An outlaw walking through the valley of men
glared with a sunken eye of death
moved his head from side to side and said
come on you gutless slugs fight like a man
state your name and business and let's see what you got
another body for the hangman's count
show me the bar, and show me the cards
hold on to your guys
Filled up with bug juice
the moon shine in his hand
hot headed with a temperament
the speediest deadliest man with a gun
a bloody gambler but a gentleman dog
a frontier vagabond who charms all the dames
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