Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mountBut nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that countsAnd the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile hornCome in, she saidI’ll give ya shelter from the storm
Documenting the Human Experience
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mountBut nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that countsAnd the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile hornCome in, she saidI’ll give ya shelter from the storm