Born with cards, gun and medicine
An American who became a gentleman.
A scholar first, of healing and care,
But fate would lead him elsewhere.
With a cough that burned, his days grew thin,
Yet he found his fight deep within.
From the dentist's chair to a gambler's hall,
He'd play his hand and face it all.
Doc Holliday, the charmer with a quick draw,
From dentist's chair to a gambler flawed.
With cards and guns, he made his name,
A master of life's dangerous game.
With a deck of cards and his trusty Colt,
He roamed the West in a deputy's coat.
Hunter of cowboys, and a loyal friend
Feared in the West, but true to the end.
The road led west, to dry desert air,
Where he'd meet a friend beyond compare.
With Wyatt Earp, he forged a bond,
Two kindred spirits, loyal and strong.
In Tombstone's streets, the fire would rise,
The O.K. Corral beneath western skies.
With a fearless draw and a steady aim,
Doc stood tall in the gunfight's flame.
Doc Holliday, the charmer with,
From dentist's chair to gambler's thrill.
With cards and guns, he made his name,
A master of life's dangerous game.
With a deck of cards and his trusty Colt,
He roamed the West in a deputy's coat.
Hunter of cowboys, and a loyal friend
Feared in the West, but true to the end.
The whiskey burned, the cards were dealt,
In every room, his presence felt.
A man of charm, of grit, of wile,
But haunted always by death's dark trial.
Though illness lingered, he laughed at fate,
In life's last hand, he'd never wait.
With his boots off, as he'd always said,
He faced the end with no regret.
Yet tales endure of his loyal heart,
Of the man who played a hero's part.
Through smoke and dust, his story lives,
A legacy the Wild West gives.
Doc Holliday, the charmer with,
From dentist's chair to gambler's thrill.
With cards and guns, he made his name,
A master of life's dangerous game.
With a deck of cards and his trusty Colt,
He roamed the West in a deputy's coat.
Hunter of cowboys, and a loyal friend
Feared in the West, but true to the end.
So fire your weapon for the dentist turned gun,
To the friend who stood when the battle was won.
Doc Holliday, forever untamed,
A name in the West that's proudly proclaimed.
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Born with cards, gun and medicine
An American who became a gentleman.
A scholar first, of healing and care,
But fate would lead him elsewhere.
With a cough that burned, his days grew thin,
Yet he found his fight deep within.
From the dentist's chair to a gambler's hall,
He'd play his hand and face it all.
Doc Holliday, the charmer with a quick draw,
From dentist's chair to a gambler flawed.
With cards and guns, he made his name,
A master of life's dangerous game.
With a deck of cards and his trusty Colt,
He roamed the West in a deputy's coat.
Hunter of cowboys, and a loyal friend
Feared in the West, but true to the end.
The road led west, to dry desert air,
Where he'd meet a friend beyond compare.
With Wyatt Earp, he forged a bond,
Two kindred spirits, loyal and strong.
In Tombstone's streets, the fire would rise,
The O.K. Corral beneath western skies.
With a fearless draw and a steady aim,
Doc stood tall in the gunfight's flame.
Doc Holliday, the charmer with,
From dentist's chair to gambler's thrill.
With cards and guns, he made his name,
A master of life's dangerous game.
With a deck of cards and his trusty Colt,
He roamed the West in a deputy's coat.
Hunter of cowboys, and a loyal friend
Feared in the West, but true to the end.
The whiskey burned, the cards were dealt,
In every room, his presence felt.
A man of charm, of grit, of wile,
But haunted always by death's dark trial.
Though illness lingered, he laughed at fate,
In life's last hand, he'd never wait.
With his boots off, as he'd always said,
He faced the end with no regret.
Yet tales endure of his loyal heart,
Of the man who played a hero's part.
Through smoke and dust, his story lives,
A legacy the Wild West gives.
Doc Holliday, the charmer with,
From dentist's chair to gambler's thrill.
With cards and guns, he made his name,
A master of life's dangerous game.
With a deck of cards and his trusty Colt,
He roamed the West in a deputy's coat.
Hunter of cowboys, and a loyal friend
Feared in the West, but true to the end.
So fire your weapon for the dentist turned gun,
To the friend who stood when the battle was won.
Doc Holliday, forever untamed,
A name in the West that's proudly proclaimed.
An American who became a gentleman.
A scholar first, of healing and care,
But fate would lead him elsewhere.
With a cough that burned, his days grew thin,
Yet he found his fight deep within.
From the dentist's chair to a gambler's hall,
He'd play his hand and face it all.
Doc Holliday, the charmer with a quick draw,
From dentist's chair to a gambler flawed.
With cards and guns, he made his name,
A master of life's dangerous game.
With a deck of cards and his trusty Colt,
He roamed the West in a deputy's coat.
Hunter of cowboys, and a loyal friend
Feared in the West, but true to the end.
The road led west, to dry desert air,
Where he'd meet a friend beyond compare.
With Wyatt Earp, he forged a bond,
Two kindred spirits, loyal and strong.
In Tombstone's streets, the fire would rise,
The O.K. Corral beneath western skies.
With a fearless draw and a steady aim,
Doc stood tall in the gunfight's flame.
Doc Holliday, the charmer with,
From dentist's chair to gambler's thrill.
With cards and guns, he made his name,
A master of life's dangerous game.
With a deck of cards and his trusty Colt,
He roamed the West in a deputy's coat.
Hunter of cowboys, and a loyal friend
Feared in the West, but true to the end.
The whiskey burned, the cards were dealt,
In every room, his presence felt.
A man of charm, of grit, of wile,
But haunted always by death's dark trial.
Though illness lingered, he laughed at fate,
In life's last hand, he'd never wait.
With his boots off, as he'd always said,
He faced the end with no regret.
Yet tales endure of his loyal heart,
Of the man who played a hero's part.
Through smoke and dust, his story lives,
A legacy the Wild West gives.
Doc Holliday, the charmer with,
From dentist's chair to gambler's thrill.
With cards and guns, he made his name,
A master of life's dangerous game.
With a deck of cards and his trusty Colt,
He roamed the West in a deputy's coat.
Hunter of cowboys, and a loyal friend
Feared in the West, but true to the end.
So fire your weapon for the dentist turned gun,
To the friend who stood when the battle was won.
Doc Holliday, forever untamed,
A name in the West that's proudly proclaimed.
Writer: Benjamin Sturge
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC