Measure Twice, Coffin Once

The midday dust has barely cleared the street

When heavy leather boots find solid ground

I watch you step down from the velvet seat

Before your bootheels make a single sound (mmm-hmm)

I measure once

for the shoulder span

I measure twice

for the length of a man

No need to rush

what is bound to be

You'll find a perfect fit with me

I tip my hat to those who walk ahead

Two gentlemen who seek a final word

The sun is hot,

the shadows long and red

The quietest agreements are preferred (yes indeed)

One final stride before the pistols sound I have the southern pine

already dry Before your shadow falls upon the ground

I know the depth

on which you will rely

I measure once

for the shoulder span

I measure twice

for the length of a man

No need to rush

what is bound to be

You'll find a perfect fit with me