Vocals: Skinny D
Announcer: Dr. Beard
Lyrics: Skinny D
Beats: Heatmiser
Arrangement: Reed Benjamin
Background Vocals: Emma
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The beat is my heart & the west is the beat
In the saloon where it goes down
It said there’s finna be a showdown
Better make room in this ghost town cuz
Boom they overstepped in the hoe-down
load em up role on up then get & go
Yippi ki yeah yippi ki yo
Slow on up do a strut then dosey do
Yippi ki yeah yippi ki yo
Live from the wild west back at the saloon again
Home of the outlaws & those that’s pursing them
Playing cards, drinking & singing songs in unison
Cow folk & painted ladies acting like they new to sin
A Cowboy walks into a bar off the Boulevard
Walking cliche with the paisley scarf & the bullet scars
Told of some hold ’em so acting like I’m good at cards
Just keep a steely gaze then the pot full & large
Ready to raise the stakes pockets all caked up
Couple of hands later now they turned out with stray dust
Got me feeling like shit, need to cuss & to break stuff
Why? cause I laid a deuce next to his straight flush
Bartender another round of whiskey please
Corner my eye spy like six these thieves
No bread so if they down to take a risk on me
This six shooter will churn ’em to swiss cheese
In the saloon where it goes down
It said there’s finna be a showdown
Better make room in this ghost town cuz
Boom they overstepped in the hoe-down
load em up role on up then get & go
Yippi ki yeah yippi ki yo
Slow on up do a strut then dosey do
Yippi ki yeah yippi ki yo
Boo! I’m a ghost now
No for real I’m a ghost now
Pushing up daisies after being mowed down
Now Warming up to this side of the cold ground
Back in the day, I was a busy scoundrel
Now look, I’m sitting on the city council
Know you got questions; that’s a mouthful
But please wait for the committee to announce you
This Deadwood where the dudes abide
Open elections where the ghouls decide
Hunt for Pac men & unless there’s fruit then hide
And test the living’s sixth sensepoof surprise
Used to watch sunsets from atop of my pinto
Now I’m prepping projects with these pencils
Until the saints open up another window
We’ll be here line dancing in limbo
