Dave wrote all music and lyrics - sings all vocals and plays all instruments, except for bass guitar played by my friend, Brian. See the video at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rDZ1vZwWc4
Was recently hit on the head with approximaetly 40 orginal thoughts/songs. I went out and bought a guitar and MIDI keyboard and taught myself enough on these i
Story behind the song
In honor of an old friend, Worshboard Bob, in Arizona who has helped me promote my music. He loves Big Nose Kate's saloon.
Lyrics
Ghosts of Tombstone:
Well me and my good-time buddy Worshboard Bob and his ride Son of David and my loyal friend Harley rode into the town of Tombstone - one day
We decided to waltz into Big Nose Katea€™s saloon and see what kind of trouble we could get ourselves into
We walked up to the bar to order ourselves a couple of whiskeys leaned back real easy to take in the scene
And through all the chatter that was going on, the scent of Sweet-Smelling Smoky and gun-fighters and gamblers arguing we heard a song and it went like something like this
Did you come here to hear the music
Did you come here to see the show
Did you come hear to feel the magic
You never do have to go
And you wona€™t die of old age
No, you wona€™t die of old age
Well after that me and old Bob just looked at one another and pretended like neither one heard
That sound was reminiscent of a story we new about an old employee of the house named Swamper
Whilst everyone else at this party appeared undisturbed
Well me and old Bob we decided to go up to the second floor and find out what the parlor women were into
And as we climbed the stairs you could hear the sound of poker chips fade and the sweet song of female laughter
Walked into a room somewhere between number 12 and 14 and looked around a€“ and the cold wind blew
Can everybody hear the music
Does everybody like the show
Can everybody feel the magic
We really do have to go
But you wona€™t die of old age
No, you wona€™t die of old age
Well after me and old Bob kicked off the dust and rung out the kinks from a hard trail rode
We was heading towards the swinging doors to make our way and saw the silver haze figure of the old cellar dweller leaning just inside
Next to him stood a long black coat with a black hat, sporting a Colt Buntline Special
Did everybody hear the music
Did everybody like the show
Did everybody feel the magic
We really do hate to go
And we didna€™t die of old age
No, we didna€™t die of old age
And as our big adventure at Lady Katea€™s in the town of Tombstone came a close
We decided wea€™d like to come back some day
