Look up on the wall, baby. Hand me down my shootin iron
Look up on the wall, baby. Hand me down my shootin iron
Call your mother long distance. Tell her to expect your body home
If the city don't bury you baby, lord knows the county will
If the city don't bury you baby, lord knows the county will
You made your last mistake. You're goin way out on that boot hill
Now I don't want to wax you darlin cause you gave me my first thrill
Now I don't want to wax you baby cause you gave me my first thrill
You did me so wrong. You goin way out on that boot hill
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