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 and meet your maker
 Come on down and make the stand
 Come on down, come on down,
 Come on down and make the stand.
 As I crawled beneath the searchlights
 Looking through the floorboards of this life
 I met Doctor Strangelove's 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 and meet your maker
 Come on down and make the stand
 Come on down, come on down,
 Come on down and we'll make the stand.
 Come on down and meet your maker
 Come on down and 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 and meet your maker
 Come on down and make the stand
 Come on down, come on down,
 Come on and make the stand
 Come on down and meet your maker
 Come on down and make the stand
 Come on down, come on down,
 Come on down, and we'll make the stand.