Tombstone Town Showdown

[*Chorus*]

This is the Showdown,
   in the Tombstone Town,

Shot Glasses of Wrath,
   Bottled Death passed Around.

Bartender Bartender,
   all Drinks on the House,

Sheriff Ghost Rider's enraged,
   with a Blood Thirst Arouse.

Laughing at the Outlaws,
   Ha Ha Ha, Ha Ha Ha,

I'm quicker than Lightning,
   so you all prepare to Die.

[*Verse*]

Now all the Outlaws came,
   from near & far Lands,
In a collaboration Stand,
   with the 5 Evil Clans.

Out to Change the Feng Shui,
   of the Tombstone Town, 
The Zombie Mummy came,
   to take the Ghost Rider Down. 

Wearing a Dark Robe like,
   like D Jango Unchained,
With a Blade made of Jade,
   a million souls Blood Stained. 

Called the Sheriff a Coward,
   then spit on his Clout, -- saying: 
Here's the Tomb, meet Doom:
   I double dare you to come Out.

[*Chorus*]

This is the Showdown,
   in the Tombstone Town,

Shot Glasses of Wrath,
   Bottled Death passed Around.

Bartender Bartender,
   all Drinks on the House,

Sheriff Ghost Rider's enraged,
   with a Blood Thirst Arouse.

Laughing at the Outlaws,
   Ha Ha Ha, Ha Ha Ha,

I'm quicker than Lightning,
   so you all prepare to Die.

[*Verse*]

Approaching the jail doors,
   met Deputy Rango's Skill,
Saying, I killed the Big Bird, &:
   made the Snake Bandit Yield.

You're just a Whipper Snapper,
   without a clue at All,
Like forgotten rotten Bones,
   beneath a Cliff's Downfall. 
    
Get caught in the Game,
   Wear & Bear the Shame,
Your Fault was Sense Bought,
   Death's the Blame Claim. 

You brag so much noise,
   you Strain your Tongue,
Make your Move I'll Prove,
   who has the fastest Gun.

[*Chorus*]

This is the Showdown,
   in the Tombstone Town,

Shot Glasses of Wrath,
   Bottled Death passed Around.

Bartender Bartender,
   all Drinks on the House,

Sheriff Ghost Rider's enraged,
   with a Blood Thirst Arouse.

Laughing at the Outlaws,
   Ha Ha Ha, Ha Ha Ha,

I'm quicker than Lightning,
   so you all prepare to Die.

[*Verse*]

At high noon the Sheriff,
   stepped out on the Porch,
With FIRE in his Hands,
   in both Eyes a Flame Torch.

Call yourself a Zombie Slayer's,
   giving you to much Face,
You're a despicable Disgrace,
   whose life I'm about to Erase.

Along with Venom's Crew,
   I'm eradicating all of You,
The Menace in your Diminish,
   a Wreaker of Havoc True. 
   
You might be the Venom,
   but I'm the Cure for Real,
So he Sliced 'em all in half,
   to be his Ghost Dog's Meal.

[*Chorus*]

This is the Showdown,
   in the Tombstone Town,

Shot Glasses of Wrath,
   Bottled Death passed Around.

Bartender Bartender,
   all Drinks on the House,

Sheriff Ghost Rider's enraged,
   with a Blood Thirst Arouse.

Laughing at the Outlaws,
   Ha Ha Ha, Ha Ha Ha,

I'm quicker than Lightning,
   so you all prepare to Die.

[*Closing text fade*]

So all is well in the Tombstone Town,
   as long as Sheriff Ghost Rider is Around.

He's Hell's FIRE on WHEELS,
    giving the Grim Reaper CHILLS.....

Western Showdown Music, Country Band, multiple voices, live