People say he’s ten feet tall,
but no one does who’s seen him.
Some folks say the words he spoke
revealed a mind like a museum.
Now, I’ve heard stories,
and I’ve read books
based on all of his endeavors.
They say his eyes outshone the sun
and he always dressed in leather.
His metal joints, they never rusted!
The words he spoke were always planned.
His sense of reason could be trusted,
for he was, in his day, Nevada’s greatest man.
When he sang the desert cried,
and when he stopped, it didn’t.
He transformed sand into mud,
but only sang a minute.
His aim was truer than a prayer.
He drew his arm as fast as light.
His arm went back in time to slaughter,
before there ever was a fight!
His metal joints, they never rusted!
The words he spoke were always planned.
His sense of reason could be trusted,
for he was, in his day, Nevada’s greatest man.
I caught him crying once.
He just broke down and said,
“sometimes you terrify,
and sometimes you’re terrified instead.”
His metal joints, they never rusted!
(I caught him crying once.)
The words he spoke were always planned.
(He just broke down and said,)
His sense of reason could be trusted,
(“sometimes you terrify,”)
yeah, he was, in his day, Nevada’s greatest man.
(“and sometimes you’re terrified instead.”)