[Instrumental emotional long intro] [Intro] Boot prints fading in the red dirt road Hat brim low, heart heavy as a stone Got a picture in my pocket, corners torn And a name on my tongue like a half-spoke oath You walked in with a revolver i walked in with a banjo case Yours was cold, worn leather Mine was painted up with grace Cards on the barrelhead table Boots by the swinging door i said, "Son, you look for trouble I just sing to pay for board". [Instrumental long solo] [Verse] Revolver and banjo Side by side in that town One speaks thunder, one hums sorrow Both can lay a good man down You kept reachin' for the handle I kept reachin' for a chord Revolver and banjo Which one are you livin' for? Revolver and banjo Ridin’ the same old road One hand on trouble One hand on hope Six shots of thunder Six strings that know How to bury a memory How to let it go (revolver and banjo) [Instrumental long solo] [Verse 2] i played a tune 'bout a drifter Who never learned to stay You hand shook on the iron As may fingers found their way Folks turned their eyes from You holster Leaned in close to may worn-out strings Funny how a wooden box Can outdraw anythin Revolver and banjo That’s all I own, that’s all I know Six shots of trouble Four strings of hope I keep ’em both close Wherever I go Revolver and banjo That’s my curse and my halo. [Instrumental long solo] [Verse 3] Outside, the dust was risin' Inside, the past stood still I said, "Every man is loadin' Either bullets or his will" You set that steel on the table I slid the case you way (hey) I Said, "If you gotta pull somethin' Make it a song someday" Revolver and banjo, side by side Steel in the holster, wood by my thigh One draws a silence sharp and cold One draws a story I barely told Revolver and banjo, that’s my load. [Instrumental long solo] [Outro] The wind whispers through the sagebrush, a mournful, lonesome sound Reminds me of a promise, buried in the ground A promise to my mama, 'fore she closed her tired eyes To always seek the good in things, beneath these endless skies Some men seek their fortunes, in silver or in gold Me, I just keep wanderin', a story to unfold This life ain't always easy, sometimes it cuts you deep But a man's gotta find his comfort, secrets he can kee. [Instrumental long solo] [end]
