From the chill of the morning to the chill of the grave
I carry a gun at my side
My love was beauty and my love was blind
And my love was struck down by my foolish pride

Faint as an echo forbidden to fade
I'm haunted and haunting the words that you said

Cast off your tombstone, rest there no more
Give shape to the shadows that darken my door
Come down from the hillside and take up your place
Put back the colours that fell from your face

Won't you put back the colours that fell from your face


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Tombstone Blues song meanings
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