Doc

Verse 1 
The Atlanta air got too thick for my lungs, the diagnosis settled, clear and grim. So I packed my satchel and checked my guns, and sought a cure beyond the hymn. Down to Texas, where the air was dry, they said the dust could slow the consumption’s pace. A dentist by trade, but I learned to lie, and dealt cards to survive in this arid space. I left my license on the Georgia pines, traded my practice for the river towns. Met the sharpest folks on the state lines, and learned the mathematics of the downs.

Chorus 
From the muddy banks of the Arkansas, where the river runs wide and shallow. I chased the sun beyond the law, a coughing man with nothing hollow. A gentleman in boots of dust, with a quick wit and a quicker hand, Living on borrowed time and bitter mistrust, a doomed man in a doomed land.

Verse 2 
Dodge City found me, cold and mean, a high-stakes game beneath the gaslight's glow. That's where I met the lawman, clean, the quiet strength of Wyatt Earp, you know. We shared a table, shared a glass, men marked by trouble and by fate, He looked past the cards, beyond the brass, saw the desperation in my state. He watched my back, I watched his six, a fragile truce in a town built on greed. No need for talk, no complicated tricks, just loyalty planted like a seed.

Verse 3 
Then Tombstone called, the silver rush, a canyon of dust and easy money. The Clanton boys, a violent hush, turning the territory sour, not sunny. The O.K. Corral, twenty-four seconds of hell, not a duel, but a necessary rout, Three of them fell where the shadows dwell, and the papers roared and raised a doubt. I walked away, that smoke still thick, my coat with holes, my mind alight, They say I was crazy, they say I was sick, but damn them, I fought for what was right.

Bridge 
The cards were always stacked against the hand, the disease was coming, slow and sure. But I wouldn't die cheap in this unforgiving land, I'd make my final moment pure. I traded my life for one last spin, gambling for respect, not wealth or peace, I fought the law, and the fight within, praying for the inevitable release.

Outro 
Glenwood Springs, a bed, a final sigh, the boots off my feet, they say. Looked at the lack of boots and laughed at the sky, and watched the last blue

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(Music: A sophisticated blend of blues-rock and western film scores. Starts with a clean, melancholic acoustic guitar intro, joined by a tasteful, slightly bluesy electric lead. Think Warren Zevon meets Ennio Morricone.) Verse 1 The Atlanta air got too thick for my lungs, the diagnosis settled, clear and grim. So I packed my satchel and checked my guns, and sought a cure beyond the hymn. Down to Texas, where the air was dry, they said the dust could slow the consumption’s pace. A dentist by trade, but I learned to lie, and dealt cards to survive in this arid space. I left my license on the Georgia pines, traded my practice for the river towns. Met the sharpest folks on the state lines, and learned the mathematics of the downs. Chorus From the muddy banks of the Arkansas, where the river runs wide and shallow. I chased the sun beyond the law, a coughing man with nothing hollow. A gentleman in boots of dust, with a quick wit and a quicker hand, Living on borrowed time and bitter mistrust, a doomed man in a doomed land. Verse 2 Dodge City found me, cold and mean, a high-stakes game beneath the gaslight's glow. That's where I met the lawman, clean, the quiet strength of Wyatt Earp, you know. We shared a table, shared a glass, men marked by trouble and by fate, He looked past the cards, beyond the brass, saw the desperation in my state. He watched my back, I watched his six, a fragile truce in a town built on greed. No need for talk, no complicated tricks, just loyalty planted like a seed. Verse 3 Then Tombstone called, the silver rush, a canyon of dust and easy money. The Clanton boys, a violent hush, turning the territory sour, not sunny. The O.K. Corral, twenty-four seconds of hell, not a duel, but a necessary rout, Three of them fell where the shadows dwell, and the papers roared and raised a doubt. I walked away, that smoke still thick, my coat with holes, my mind alight, They say I was crazy, they say I was sick, but damn them, I fought for what was right. Bridge The cards were always stacked against the hand, the disease was coming, slow and sure. But I wouldn't die cheap in this unforgiving land, I'd make my final moment pure. I traded my life for one last spin, gambling for respect, not wealth or peace, I fought the law, and the fight within, praying for the inevitable release. Outro Glenwood Springs, a bed, a final sigh, the boots off my feet, they say. Looked at the lack of boots and laughed at the sky, and watched the last blue

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