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The church bells, they were ringin'
The clouds were low and brown
The horses they were neighin'
The day Robert Palins shot me down

He rode into town on a jet-black mare
Spat and hitched her to a tree
He made his way to the town saloon
The day Robert Palins murdered me

{Tim Robinson}
It was also the night that the skeletons came to life
They came from under the ground
And from all over

Palins grabbed the preacher's daughter
He aimed his shooter at my crown
He cocked that crooked hammer back
And he brought that hammer down

The bones are the skeletons' money
In our world, bones equal dollars
That’s why they’re coming out tonight
To get their bones from you
The skeletons will pull your hair
Up, but not out
All they want is another chance at life
They’ve never seen so much food as this
Underground there’s half as much food as this
And the worms are their money
The bones are their dollars

The bullet ripped inside my chest
The clouds, they did storm
My sweet Marie, she cried for me
And then I was no more

And it was also the night that the skeletons came to life
The bones are their money
So are the worms
They pull your hair up, but not out
To turn into a man and have another chance at life
But if they pull it out they turn to bones 

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