he was just 16 and a gambling man tried to pull the wool on a perfect hand why you wanna go down a path like that once you lose your soul you can t go back on the trail with a band of fear ain t no place for a young man here what you gonna do if you ain t quite sure so i laid a man on the devils door and my head hung low in the crimson sky all dressed up and ready to die wish i coulda changed me a better man fixin myself for one last stand roll through town like a southern wind sun burnt face and leather skin what you wanna do with a boy like me hangman s noose ll only set me free dream at night when the sky goes black what i could been if i took it all back what you gonna do when you got no past nothing gonna change when the dye been cast  and my head hung low in the crimson sky all dressed up and ready to die wish i coulda changed me a better man fixin myself for one last stand ohh my weary heart it stumbles ohh my soul it starts to waste ohh and when i quake i tremble ohh my hands they can not strangle fate and my head hung low in the crimson sky all dressed up and ready to die wish i coulda changed me a better man fixin myself for one last stand ohhhohhohhhhohhh and my head hung low in the crimson sky and my head hung low in the crimson sky and my head hung low in the crimson sky all dressed up and ready to die wish i coulda changed me a better man fixin myself for one last stand and my head hung low in the crimson sky all dressed up and ready to die