Into The Old Man's Shoes

I'm moving out of Tombstone, yeah, with the sun behind my back

I'm tired of people talking of things that I lack

Ever since a week ago, the day he passed away

I've been taking too much notice of the things they've had to say

And all they say is you ain't half the man he used to be

He had strength and he worked his life to feed his family

So if that's the way it has to be, I'll say goodbye to you

I'm not the guy, or so it seems, to fill my old man's shoes

Like I'm a wicked way of life, the kind that should be tamed

They'd like to see me locked in jail and tied up in their chains

Oh it's hard and I can't see what they want me to do Lord, Lord

They seem to think I should step into the old man's shoes