like a song

well i'm a holed up in this attic room, waiting on a good god's word, everybody in town jumpin' up layin' down, tell me brother what you heard, it's been six days since we rolled into town, they been treating me like some kind of king, but now the other shoes dropped, and the keystone cops are hear to me make me squeal or sing, there was faith, there was hope, there was just enough rope to hang on, i was lost in the crowd, and when i turned around you was gone, with the words you said, sticking in my head like a song, i try to sing along, pistol pete pulls out his piece, and he waves it around the room, then he kills some time 'til he spills the wine, talking about the bride and the groom, jingle johnny tries to chill the scene, but poor jj he got the shakes, pulls the blinds kills the lights, as the ground beneath him aches, there was faith, there was hope, there was just enough rope to hang on, i was lost in the crowd, and when i turned around you was gone, with the words you said, sticking in my head like a song, i try to sing along, so i slide out around three am, jesse messin' with my head, and when i roll back down to the crime scene, they try and tell me you ain't dead, pistol pete he's livin' large, and grinnin' ear to ear, but jingle johnny slips right by me, as i finally taste the fear, there was faith, there was hope, there was just enough rope to hang on, i was lost in the crowd, and when i turned around you was gone, with the words you said, sticking in my head like a song, i try to sing along