text: Im moving out of Tombstone, yeah, with the sun behind my back
  Im tired of people talking of things that I lack
  Ever since a week ago, the day he passed away
  Ive been taking too much notice of the things theyve had to say
  And all they say is, You aint half the man he used to be
  He had strength and he worked his life to feed his family
  So if thats the way it has to be, Ill say goodbye to you
  For Im not that guy, or so it seems, to fill my old mans shoes
  Like Im a wicked way of life, the kind that should be tamed
  Theyd like to see me locked in jail and tied up in their chains
  Oh, its hard and I cant see what they want me to do, Lord, Lord
  They seem to think I should step into the old mans shoes
  Like Im a wicked way of life, the kind that should be tamed
  Theyd like to see me locked in jail and tied up in their chains
  Oh, its hard and I cant see what they want me to do, Lord, Lord
  They seem to think I should step into the old mans shoes
  Like Im a wicked way of life, the kind that should be tamed
  Theyd like to see me locked in jail and tied up in their chains
  Oh, its hard and I cannot see what they want me to do, Lord, Lord
  They seem to think I should step into the old mans shoes
  Like Im a wicked way of life, the kind that should be tamed
  Oh, theyd like to see me locked in jail and tied up in their chains
  Oh, its hard and I cannot see what they want me to do, Lord, Lord
  They seem to think I should step into the old mans shoes
  Lord, I said
  Like Im a wicked way of life, the kind that should be tamed