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Ghoultown Drink With The Living Dead

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Tom: B Dbm I was sittin in the thirsty devil, one sheet hung to the wind B Gb When the bat wings doors creaked open and a stranger sauntered in Dbm He moved his head from side to side and glared with a sunken eye B Dbm I heard the spin of a rusty spur as he shook off the dreary night Dbm He lowered his hat, checked his gun and headed toward the bar B Gb Walked on up beside me, I knew he’d traveled far Dbm In a voice as thick as mud he looked to the ‘keep and said… B Dbm “one shot of whiskey for myself and one for my new friend” Dbm The patrons whispered hushed and low, they seemed to be afraid B Gb As if a ghost had stood right up and walked out of its grave Dbm His face was shallow and dirty, his skin like leather hide B Dbm Sure he spoke like any man, but something wasn’t right Dbm So I twisted on my stool, turned to him and said B Gb “thank you sir, but just the same, I’m chasin worms instead” Dbm He growled and shoved the drink my way, his eyes cold as death B Dbm “I pick the drinks, you knock ‘em back, else draw against my hand” Refrão B Gb Dbm When it’s six to midnight and the boney hand of death is nigh B Gb Dbm You better drink your drink and shut your mouth B Gb Dbm If you draw against his hand, you can never win B Dbm Go ahead… drink with the living dead O restante basta repetir “who the hell do you think you are?” my patience growin thin But swallow hard, I had to do, when the story he began His lips curled back and words came forth starting up the tale And every face inside that bar turned a shade of pale “my name is stanton cree and I died three years before I shot a man to steal his drink, at least that’s what they hung me for Now I’m cursed to walk the earth and challenge every night A man to match me drink for drink or by the bullet die” Refrão B Gb Dbm When it’s six to midnight and the boney hand of death is nigh B Gb Dbm You better drink your drink and shut your mouth B Gb Dbm If you draw against his hand, you can never win B Dbm Go ahead… drink with the living dead “now wait a minute, mister, no one makes me a fool” I pushed the shot of whiskey back on over towards the ghoul “I love a drink like any man but that’s a losin game To drink or draw against the dead would only be insane” Stanton cree tipped his hat and laughed a wicked laugh “you see, the lord cursed my soul for killin that poor man There ain’t no choice so you must try to match me shot for shot If you win, then you’ll go free and I can finally rot” Refrão B Gb Dbm When it’s six to midnight and the boney hand of death is nigh B Gb Dbm You better drink your drink and shut your mouth B Gb Dbm If you draw against his hand, you can never win B Dbm Go ahead… drink with the living dead --------------------------------------------------- Parte da bateria e trompete The barhop nodded slowly and I knew that I was screwed If I chose to duel the dead then I would surely lose So I took the glass and threw the shot into my throat I would match him drink for drink, no matter if I choked Tocado normalmente Whiskey, tequila, vodka, rum or gin Ain’t no man that I can’t beat, be him live or dead So into the morning I matched him ounce for ounce Til stanton cree fell over and a winner was announced Essa parte toca mais lento Now he rests in his pine box and I still walk the streets But I don’t forget the night when death had chosen me There ain’t no fancy moral to go with this I fear Unless you aim to kill a man and drink down his last beer! Refrão B Gb Dbm When it’s six to midnight and the boney hand of death is nigh B Gb Dbm You better drink your drink and shut your mouth B Gb Dbm If you draw against his hand, you can never win B Dbm Go ahead… drink with the living dead

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