Lyrics
The saloon doors swing like a preacher's hand
Welcoming sinners to this cursed land
The smoke curls slow, where secrets seep
A piano cries where the devils meet
And the wind it howls, through the cracks of the walls
Carrying the names of the damned who fall
Whiskey, fire, and sand
This town ain't built for a righteous man
The bottle burns, the bullets fly
A place where the good come to die
The bartender's eyes are hollow, cold
Trading silver for stories untold
Gunpowder lingers, blood stains the floor
A ghost town waiting for one soul more
And the wind it howls, through the cracks of the walls
Carrying the names of the damned who fall
Whiskey, fire, and sand
This town ain't built for a righteous man
The bottle burns, the bullets fly
A place where the good come to die
The stars above are dim and grey
Heaven turns its gaze away
The preacher's gone, the church is ash
This town holds nothing but its past
And the wind it howls, through the cracks of the walls
Carrying the names of the damned who fall
Whiskey, fire, and sand
This town ain't built for a righteous man
The bottle burns, the bullets fly
A place where the good come to die