Blackie & the Rodeo Kings - Tombstone lyrics

It's impatience that's holding back the clocks

It's a life of dates and documents

The soul searchers wheel and deal

If you're looking for repentance

They'll hand you down a sentence

Far away in Pittsburgh or Paris

Love's for sale and so reasonably priced

The answers few and far between

It's just bedsheets my friend

They're blowing in the wind

Tombstone, tombstone

I know your face one day I'll meet you

Down at that special place

The hard earned wisdom

Of the night is all for hire

And I can't tell a shooting star from a bird on fire

Tombstone, tombstone

There's a pump organ lives on air

And I can hear it from the market place

Wailing mourners in the crowd

Someone went over the line

Where our burning paths combine

The parishioners pour into the square

Thinking there but for His grace go I

But there among the deafened ears(?)

The neediest of sinners will forget it before dinner

Tombstone, tombstone etc..

Are you the jailer

Or will you set me free

How many misdemeanors

In one felony

Tombstone

Tombstone