I saw three of these dusters a short time ago, They were waiting for a train Inside the dusters there were three men, Inside the men there were three bullets. People scare better when they're dying How can you trust a man, Who wears both a belt and suspenders? He can't even trust his own pants. People like that, have something inside his own, Something to do with death. When they do you in, Pray it's somebody who knows where to shoot People scare better when they're dying Did you bring a horse for me? Looks like we're shy one horse. You brought two too many.