Undertaker Blues [STTZ Mini Event - Go West]

Saloon Piano, Hanging Groove, Backing Fiddles, Expressive Rusty Voice, Vintage Recording, Digital Remastered, Repeat Parts of the intro as bachground for verses, Subtle Variations, Improvisations, Ironic, Outlaw Flair, Western Saoon Ambience, Sophisticated Transitions, Crazy, Ironic, Yodelcore

[short instrumental intro] [eerie] [Sound FX: Desert Winds] [short blues harmonica solo]

[interlude] [skightly mistuned saloon piano]

[Verse 1] [mezzo-forte]
Well, it’s High Noon again, and I’m back on the scene,
In this dusty ol' town where bullets gleam.
They shoot all day, they shoot all night,
And I’m here to clean up after every fight.
Sheriff’s got his hands full, but so do I,
‘Cause in this town, everyone’s ready to die!

[saloon piano solo] [2 bars] [chords]

[Chorus] [intense] [use intro for background]
I’m the Undertaker, with a shovel in hand,
Business is boomin’ in this dusty land.
Six feet under, I’m digging deep,
Got a fresh grave for the ones who sleep.
Bang, bang, and down they go,
In High Noon, it’s all just part of the show!

[instrumental drop]

[Verse 2] [meaningful]
Got ol’ Pete from the saloon, slumped at the bar,
Took a bullet to the chest, didn’t get too far.
Then there's Billy, tried to rob the bank,
But the sheriff shot him quicker than he could even think!

[short interlude]
Every day, another duel, another stand,
And I’m the one who buries ‘em in the sand.
My wagon’s full, there’s bodies galore,
At this rate, I’ll be buildin’ a second floor!

[wicked saloon piano solo]

[Chorus] [expressive]
I’m the Undertaker, with a shovel in hand,
Business is boomin’ in this dusty land.
Six feet under, I’m digging deep,
Got a fresh grave for the ones who sleep.
Bang, bang, and down they go,
In High Noon, it’s all just part of the show!

[Bridge]
The saloon’s a battlefield, the bank’s a trap,
But that clock strikes twelve, it’s no time for a nap.
Cowboys duel, right in the street,
And I’m out back with a reservations sheet!

[ahort Harmonica solo] [building up]

[Hook]
Sheriff’s outnumbered, but he’s quick on the draw,
Ain’t no mercy in the eyes of the law.
I plant more bones than a farmer sows,
I lay ’em low where the cold winds blows,
But for me, it’s just another day—ain’t that sad?

[Instrumental Drop]

[Verse 3] [mezzo-forte] [slapstick-like sections in saloon piano]
I’ve seen ‘em fall to the left and right,
From the jailhouse door to the saloon fight.
Some get greedy, robbin' the bank,
But by sunset, I’m fillin' up another plank.
Even Wanted posters can’t keep up with the flow,
I’ve got a waiting list longer than you’d want to know!

[Interlude] [amused whistling: rhythmic and melodic]
But me? I just whistle while I dig a hole,
High noon, you’re either standin’ tall or layin’ low.

[wild uptempo saloon piano solo]

[Harmonica Drop]

[Chorus] [shouted]
I’m the Undertaker, with a shovel in hand,
Business is boomin’ in this dusty land.
Six feet under, I’m digging deep,
Got a fresh grave for the ones who sleep. Bang, bang, and down they go,
In High Noon, it’s all just part of the show!

[solo]

[Outro: The Final Toll]
So if you’re ridin’ into town, thinkin’ you’re the best,
Just remember who’s waiting—I’m the rest!
I don’t take sides, I don’t care who wins,
You shoot, I bury—so let the games begin!

So next time you draw, 
think of me my friend.
Cause if you miss
I'll be there in the end.

Bang, bang, and down you go,
In High Noon, it’s all just part of the show!

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[short instrumental intro] [eerie] [Sound FX: Desert Winds] [short blues harmonica solo] [interlude] [skightly mistuned saloon piano] [Verse 1] [mezzo-forte] Well, it’s High Noon again, and I’m back on the scene, In this dusty ol' town where bullets gleam. They shoot all day, they shoot all night, And I’m here to clean up after every fight. Sheriff’s got his hands full, but so do I, ‘Cause in this town, everyone’s ready to die! [saloon piano solo] [2 bars] [chords] [Chorus] [intense] [use intro for background] I’m the Undertaker, with a shovel in hand, Business is boomin’ in this dusty land. Six feet under, I’m digging deep, Got a fresh grave for the ones who sleep. Bang, bang, and down they go, In High Noon, it’s all just part of the show! [instrumental drop] [Verse 2] [meaningful] Got ol’ Pete from the saloon, slumped at the bar, Took a bullet to the chest, didn’t get too far. Then there's Billy, tried to rob the bank, But the sheriff shot him quicker than he could even think! [short interlude] Every day, another duel, another stand, And I’m the one who buries ‘em in the sand. My wagon’s full, there’s bodies galore, At this rate, I’ll be buildin’ a second floor! [wicked saloon piano solo] [Chorus] [expressive] I’m the Undertaker, with a shovel in hand, Business is boomin’ in this dusty land. Six feet under, I’m digging deep, Got a fresh grave for the ones who sleep. Bang, bang, and down they go, In High Noon, it’s all just part of the show! [Bridge] The saloon’s a battlefield, the bank’s a trap, But that clock strikes twelve, it’s no time for a nap. Cowboys duel, right in the street, And I’m out back with a reservations sheet! [ahort Harmonica solo] [building up] [Hook] Sheriff’s outnumbered, but he’s quick on the draw, Ain’t no mercy in the eyes of the law. I plant more bones than a farmer sows, I lay ’em low where the cold winds blows, But for me, it’s just another day—ain’t that sad? [Instrumental Drop] [Verse 3] [mezzo-forte] [slapstick-like sections in saloon piano] I’ve seen ‘em fall to the left and right, From the jailhouse door to the saloon fight. Some get greedy, robbin' the bank, But by sunset, I’m fillin' up another plank. Even Wanted posters can’t keep up with the flow, I’ve got a waiting list longer than you’d want to know! [Interlude] [amused whistling: rhythmic and melodic] But me? I just whistle while I dig a hole, High noon, you’re either standin’ tall or layin’ low. [wild uptempo saloon piano solo] [Harmonica Drop] [Chorus] [shouted] I’m the Undertaker, with a shovel in hand, Business is boomin’ in this dusty land. Six feet under, I’m digging deep, Got a fresh grave for the ones who sleep. Bang, bang, and down they go, In High Noon, it’s all just part of the show! [solo] [Outro: The Final Toll] So if you’re ridin’ into town, thinkin’ you’re the best, Just remember who’s waiting—I’m the rest! I don’t take sides, I don’t care who wins, You shoot, I bury—so let the games begin! So next time you draw, think of me my friend. Cause if you miss I'll be there in the end. Bang, bang, and down you go, In High Noon, it’s all just part of the show! Bang, bang, and down you go, In High Noon, it’s all just part of the show!

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