I'm moving out of Tombstone, yeah with the sun behind my back I'm tired of people talking of things that I lack Ever since a week ago, the day he passed away I've been taking too much notice of the things they've had to say
And all they say is you ain't half the man he used to be He had strength and he worked his life to feed his family So if that's the way it has to be, I'll say goodbye to you I'm not the guy, or so it seems to fill my old man's shoes
Like I'm a wicked way of life, the kind that should be tamed They'd like to see me locked in jail and tied up in their chains Oh it's hard and I can't see what they want me to do Lord, Lord They seem to think I should step into the old man's shoes
