Blues rock, Slow tempo, dark, mysterious, tense, tension, suspense, moody, scary, horror, Southern, Rural, building, trailer, becomes rocking, Female vocals, acoustic slide guitar, bass, drums, electric guitar, tambourine, organ
HE WALKS ON THE STRIP
HE HANDS OUT FREE DREAMS
HE'S TRAPPED IN THE DARK
WHERE THE SUN HURTS THE MOST
HE'S SNAPPING YOUR CARDS
YOU CAN'T FEEL HIS HANDS
HE CROSSED THROUGH THE DESERT
WHERE THE SUN HURTS THE MOST
YOU SELL HIM FOR GOLD
HE'S DRAGGING OUR CANS
ALTHOUGH HE'S A MAN
YOU SELL HIM FOR GOLD
HE'S SNAPPING YOUR CARDS
YOU CAN'T FEEL HIS HANDS
HE CROSSED THROUGH THE DESERT
WHERE THE SUN HURTS THE MOST
YOU SELL HIM FOR GOLD
THERE'S BLOOD ON YOUR SHIRT
THE RUST ON HIS LOAD
IS WORTH MORE THAN YOU