Dennis Brinson Ghost Of Wild Bill Lyrics

The town was quaint and quiet
The women stopped and stared
He was long and lean and ricin' high
Up on that dusty mare

A tumbleweed was tumblin'
Toward the old Deadwood saloon
And a piano player was playin'
An old piano tune

When he split the barroom doors
His hat held no disguise
His face was pale and you could see
Pure evil in his eyes

He ordered up a shot
Drug a chair across the floor
Threw his ante on the table
Like he'd sat there once before

I've been a frontier man from Hayes to Abilene
My aim is true and fast as any aim you've ever seen
I know the man whose gonna shoot me in the back
And if you see him first
Tell him this ol' crow shoots back

The dealer dealt the hand
The dancers did their dance
The money's on the table
As we awaited circumstance

When he spread the cards
He saw a pair of clubs and spades
The hand that he'd been waiting for
Aces over eights

I've been a frontier man from Hayes to Abilene
My aim is true and fast as any aim you've ever seen
I know the man whose gonna shoot me in the back
And if you see him first
Tell him this ol' crow shoots back

[Break]

Just about that time out the corner of his eye
A wicked man walked in with a pistol on his side
The gambler spun and cocked his Colt and laid that man to rest
Saw the ghost of Wild Bill throw his cards on a dead man's chest

He'd been a frontier man from Hayes to Abilene
His aim is true and fast as any aim I'd ever seen
He shot that man that was gonna shoot time in the back
And if you see him first
Tell him this ol' crow shoots back
This ol' crow shoots back