Verse A:
Sheriff, I saw him draw first.
Now he is biting the dust.
Maybe his gun was the worst.
Faro can never be trust.
Verse B:
Whiskey, I'm playing my cards.
Gambling the backstreet saloon.
Coffins are made for graveyards.
'Cause I will shoot on high noon.
Verse C:
Vegas, I'm out of this town.
Before I'm going to jail.
Never will they hunt me down.
My horse runs fast on this trail.
Chorus:
I'm Doc Holliday.
Better go off my way.
I'm Doc Holliday.
Careful of what you say.
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