The Stand

Oh I have been out searching with the black book in my hand And I've looked between the lines that lie on the pages that I tread I met the walking dude,religious, in his wom down cowboy boots He walked liked no man on earth I swear he had no name (had no name) I swear he had no name Come on down & meet your maker Come on down & make the stand Come on down, come on down, Come on down & make the stand. As I crawled beneath the searchlights Looking through the floorboards of this life I met Doctor Strangeloves cousin He bore the marks of time "Hey! Trashcan where you going boy Your eyes are feet apart Is that the end you're carrying Shall I play the funeral march" (play the march) "Play the funeral march" Come on down & meet your maker Come on down & make the stand Come on down, come on down, Come on down & we'll make the stand. Come on down & meet your maker Come on down & make the stand Come on down, come on down, Come on down, we'll make the stand. When I looked out the window On the hardship that had struck I saw the seven phials open The plague claimed man and son Four men at a grave in silence With hats bowed down in grace A simple wooden cross, It had no epitaph engraved (it had no) It had no epitaph engraved. Come on down & meet your maker Come on down & make the stand Come on down, come on down, Come on and make the stand Come on down & meet your maker Come on down & make the stand Come on down, come on down, Come on down, & we'll make the stand.