Is it a mean streak, you'd swear, you'd swear We never seen a stranger round here Is it the way the dust clings to the air But you'd swear, you'd swear Is it a mean streak, a desolation sound A copy of desire, oh nothing's that far down A mean streak on a western swing On TV saying the damnedest thing A meanstreak, you'd swear, you'd swear We never seen a stranger round here It's the way the dust clings to the air After a stranger's been there You'd swear, you'd swear Is it a mean streak to a certain degree Come whistling down the crookedest street A mean streak in the ghost state
Between the certain and the hesitating A meanstreak, you'd swear, you'd swear We never seen a stranger round here It's the way the dust clings to the air After a stranger's been here You'd swear, you'd swear Was that you there? That was you there Was that you there? That was you there The sssh sound of the bottoms of their boots On the tops of the gra** As their haywagon rolled past And I'd swear, I'd swear The way the dust clings to the air After the stranger's been here I'd swear, I'd swear That that was you there