Freddy Tönnesen - The Death of Lucky Luke Lyrics

Well Lucky Luke rode into Tombstone town
With his hat tipped low and his eyes cast down
He was quicker than a rattlesnake slicker than the rain
But even legends sometimes end in pain
In Boothill graveyard where the tumbleweeds roll
Lies the lonesome cowboy a legend grown cold
He faced his fate with a smile so wide
Now Lucky Luke's a ghost on the midnight ride
He drew his gun 'gainst the outlaws mean
In a showdown fierce it was quite the scene
But fate's a funny mistress with her tricks and her games
She called him out by his famous name
In Boothill graveyard where the tumbleweeds roll
Lies the lonesome cowboy a legend grown cold
He faced his fate with a smile so wide
Now Lucky Luke's a ghost on the midnight ride
The kids still laugh at his daring deeds
While the grown folks whisper of his final need
To find some peace in the desert night
Where the stars shine down with a ghostly light
So here's to Lucky Luke in his dusty bed
With a six-shooter by his side and his hat on his head
He may have met his match in that fateful town
But his spirit still rides never backing down
In Boothill graveyard where the tumbleweeds roll
Lies the lonesome cowboy a legend grown cold
He faced his fate with a smile so wide
Now Lucky Luke's a ghost on the midnight ride
Yeah Lucky Luke's a ghost on the midnight ride