The Shopkeeper Lyrics

Oh sweetness, Oh sweetness now dry all your tears

And don't waste your water over dead pistoleers

They come down from the canyons to sit in saloons

And there'll be a dozen more here by tomorrow afternoon

The man who shot your lover has gone on the train

And the card cheats and cowboys are back at their drink

They've done took his pistols, his belt and his boots

And what little's left of him, I guess, belongs to you

'Cause bullets break windows if you're lucky

They make widows when you're not

And I ain't one of your hot headed flunkies

No, I just keep the shop

Oh lady, oh lady I'm not a fighting man

And I make my living with my back and my hands

And I don't rush to anger, I ain't quick to offend

And I will still be here when they all meet their end

Yes, they'll die in the saddle just like they die in the streets

They die from the cold and they die from the heat

But I live here in quiet and I work here in peace

And I wonder if you'd like to live here with me

'Cause bullets break windows if you're lucky

They make widows if you're not

So forget every one of those hot headed flunkies

And help me keep the shop

So lady, oh lady, let go of your fighting man

For he is as dead as the rock and the sand

We'll bury his body, put a maker on his grave

And you will forget him in a couple of days