Like a Song

Well I'm a holed up in this attic room

Waiting on a good God's word

Everybody in town jumpin' up layin' down

Tell me brother what you heard

It's been six days since we rolled into town

They been treating me like some kind of king

But now the other shoes dropped

And the keystone cops are hear to me make me squeal or sing

There was faith

There was hope

There was just enough rope to hang on

I was lost in the crowd

And when I turned around you was gone

With the words you said

Sticking in my head like a song

I try to sing along

Pistol pete pulls out his piece

And he waves it around the room

Then he kills some time 'til he spills the wine

Taling about the bride and the groom

Jingle johnny tries to chill the scene

But poor jj he got the shakes

Pulls the blinds kills the lights

As the ground beneath him aches

There was faith

There was hope

There was just enough rope to hang on

I was lost in the crowd

And when I turned around you was gone

With the words you said

Sticking in my head like a song

I try to sing along

So I slide out around three am

Jesse messin' with my head

And when I roll back down to the crime scene

They try and tell me you ain't dead

Pistol pete he's livin' large

And grinnin' ear to ear

But jingle johnny slips right by me

As I finally taste the fear

There was faith

There was hope

There was just enough rope to hang on

I was lost in the crowd

And when I turned around you was gone

With the words you said

Sticking in my head like a song

I try to sing along