You're about to meet your maker
I'm gonna be your undertaker
I'll bury you in the ground
When you're six feet under
It gives you time to wonder
Hope there's someone there that will expound

A duell at the dusty square
My coffins standin' over there
I smell the money comin in
Don't be scared poor little man
Do aim well. The best you can
Good luck and let the best man win


I don't mind if you win or loose
My profession still to come in use
Its the dead that gives my children bread
If its you or your opponent
I still enjoy this great event
So long as someone ends up dead

A wooden cross or a fancy stone
The choice is yours your on your own
So prepare now to meet your God
One more chance thats all you've got
Boot hill has reserved a spot
I see the dusty ground fills with blood