A white man, a white suit, and a white horse Rides into town, he rides off of that dusty ol' trail He rides into town, not just any town I'm talking d-e-a-d e-n-d Integrity and his heart on his sleeve He hopes they buy what he believes He hopes they buy what he believes He hopes they buy what he believes Believes Every fool and every friend That's a population of one hundred and three A cure to their unchristian like ways With a simple process of drawing out Through the hole in the top of the skull A snip and then cut and a couple of knots tied off He offers to make them as good as new Better than you're used to The locals didn't take kindly to this well-intentioned man They don't want a hand out from him They take offence to a man coming into their town looking to tell right from wrong And it's said this thing went from bad to worse Well they string him up at the town hall And it seems our smart-ass should have kept along They should have kept along the trail Kept along, along, the trail Oh, yeah, well it hit Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, well, it's a hit, yeah Well it hit Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, well, it's a hit, yeah Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, well it hit Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, well, it's a hit, yeah They tell him The hands are the eyelids of the soul The hands are the eyelids of the soul The hands are the eyelids of the soul The hands are the eyelids of the soul Well it hits Yeah, yeah, well it's a hit, yeah Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, well it hits Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, well it's a hit, oh, yeah The hands are the eyelids of the soul Well it hit The hands are the eyelids of the soul Well, it's a hit, oh, yeah The hands are the eyelids of the soul Well it hit The hands are the eyelids of the soul Well, it's a hit, oh, yeah