Ghost Town (Who Cares?)

I was walking down an old dirt road

I was feeling out and down

I was taking it out on an old tin can

When I came up on an old ghost town

Doors hanging on one hinge

You know the scene

Background's playing

The High Noon Theme

There's dust devils swirling

In the heat

And sidewinders winding

Down the street

(Spooky!)

I see a sign, it says 'Hotel'

I walk in and I ring the bell

I look up at a cobweb

My eyes open wider

When I see the grin of a

Cheshire spider...

(I walk on out)

I see a sign, it says 'County Jail'

I walk in and I ring the bell

I see..uh..what used to be a man

He's reaching out a boney hand

From behind the bars to take the key

That hangs not more than a foot away...

(Spooky! I walk on out)

It's high noon now so I squint one eye

I see a buzzard up in the sky

He's circling low

and lighting down

On what remains of this old ghost town

I see a sign, it says 'Saloon'

(And like I said, it's hot high noon)

So I walk in, I ring the bell

No one answers

I ring the bell again

For though those shelves

Held only dust

I know where to quench my thirst

You see, my daddy used to tend a bar

So I know what the secrets are

They're:

Keep the money in your purse

And:

Stash a bottle under the first...

Ah, naw!

Keep some secrets, never tell

And those secrets will keep you very well

Speaking of keeping, if you're feeling down

And you come up on some old ghost town

Direct your feet past all decay

To the place where things just get better

and better

and better

with age

(That's all I really wanted to say...)