Into The Old Man's Shoes

Im moving out of Tombstone, yeah, with the sun behind my back
Im tired of people talking of things that I lack
Ever since a week ago, the day he passed away
Ive been taking too much notice of the things theyve had to say
And all they say is you aint half the man he used to be
He had strength and he worked his life to feed his family
So if thats the way it has to be, Ill say goodbye to you
Im not the guy, or so it seems, to fill my old mans shoes
Like Im a wicked way of life, the kind that should be tamed
Theyd like to see me locked in jail and tied up in their chains
Oh its hard and I cant see what they want me to do Lord, Lord
They seem to think I should step into the old mans shoes