House of rising Moon (Wolves of the Desert)

There is a saloon in Tombstone town They call the Rising Moon It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy And Lord, I’m falling soon My mother was a seamstress She sewed my buckskin hide My father was a gambling man With a hunger deep inside. Now the only thing a drifter needs Is a silver bullet and a gun And the only time he’s satisfied Is when the setting of the sun I’ve got one foot on the stirrup The other on the grave I’m headed back to the desert sands To the life I couldn't save. Aww-hoo! The wolves are howling in the canyon heat Better tuck your chin and watch your feet! From the Rio Grande to the mountain pass They’re looking for a lover in the tall dry grass! He’s the outlaw beast with a hairy hand Shaking up the dust of the Promised Land Aww-hoo! Werewolves of the West! Aww-hoo! Putting silver to the test! I saw him lurking by the campfire light With a Colt held in his paw He was looking for a lady fair Beyond the reach of law Go tell my sisters not to do What I have gone and done Don't walk the trails of the Painted West Beneath the rising moon. Aww-hoo! The wolves are howling in the canyon heat Better tuck your chin and watch your feet! From the Rio Grande to the mountain pass They’re looking for a lover in the tall dry grass! He’s the outlaw beast with a hairy hand Shaking up the dust of the Promised Land Aww-hoo! Werewolves of the West! Aww-hoo! Putting silver to the test! I saw a werewolf drinking a sarsaparilla at the Crystal Palace... His hair was perfect. Aww-hoo... Back to the Rising Moon...