GHOSTOWNE: Listen to Songs

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

He’s got the number thirteen tattooed on his soul
Fire burns in his eyes & his heart’s made of stone
He’s got a pistol at his side that’s made from solid gold
As he drifts into town on a wild west cyclone

The shutter doors swing open at the Dead Goat Saloon
The chill of spurs clangin as he walks into the room
He says I’m the judge & jury & I’ve come to sentenced you
Meet me on the edge of town tomorrow at high noon

And I’ll take you down, down, down on a hellbound train
Down, down, down on a hellbound train
Down, down, down on a hellbound train
Goin’ down on a hellbound train

A hot desert wind blows down the lonely street
Tumbleweeds shuffle past as the church bell rings
Suddenly the calm shatters as two gun shots scream out
As the dust settles down you can hear the preacher shout