Lyrics

DOC HOLLIDAY
Written by Bill Irwin (SOCAN)
I am a professional, I live out West
Things can get pretty wild, I keep a pistol in my vest
Those that stand against me, stand to face a certain death
They’d catch my vengeance, if I could only catch my breath, only catch my breath

Whiskey’s been good to me and it works just fine for now
As long as I can see my cards and keep from falling down
Drinking makes me meaner and it lets me take command
I won’t show aces and eights, it’s a dead man’s hand, a dead man’s hand

I feel like Doc Holliday, standing behind a gun
I could run down a lot of outlaws if I could only run
I feel like Doc Holliday, but I feel I’m fading fast
Life’d be much easier, if I could live it in the past, live it in the past

I got a girl who looks as good as Doc’s girlfriend Kate
She likes to gamble and drink so we run together great
She’s there at the table helping to place the bets
Stud poker and faro make for un-payable debts, un-payable debts

So before my loans are called, I’m gonna have to disappear
Head to Arizona for the rest of this year
Hang around some dusty old town, where no one knows my name
Maybe work, make some cash, get out of the game, get out of the game

There’s no place for failing gamblers, no aces in the hole
No winning a shootout, at the OK Corral
I’ll go up to my hotel room and stay out of the way
Only thing you’ll hear is silence when I fade away

I feel like Doc Holliday, standing behind a gun
I could run down a lot of outlaws, if I could only run
I feel like Doc Holliday, hey now I’m fading fast
Pass over that bottle before I become part of the past,
I’m becoming a part of the past