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