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Mister Holliday
Music & lyrics by Robert Coleman Trussell
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Hey Mister Holliday
You'd best take your guns to town
There are some men awaiting you
Who'd love to shoot you down
They say you killed a cousin
Sometime long ago
Could've been back in Texas
Or up in Colorado
But who the hell cares now anyway
Who the hell cares now anyway

Hey Mister Holliday
Please kiss Kate once for me
You know she will not be around
Too much longer
She is like the desert sand
Shifting always drifting
I think you love her because she is
A bit stronger than you
But who the hell cares now anyway
Who the hell cares now anyway

With a shotgun for your crutch
You walked down the street that day
To send the wild ones to their maker
You's bound to send 'em away
Old Ike Clanton and his boys
Had blood in their eyes
But you shot 'em down & cursed their souls
Much to their surprise
But who the hell cares now anyway
Who the hell cares now anyway

Was up in Colorado
You said your last farewell
Your last words were ain't this funny
As you hit the road to hell
They left you among the trees
Under the stars beneath the sod
With a naked soul to face the wrath
Of none but your own god
But who the hell cares now anyway
Who the hell cares now anyway