Dust n' Tales

[Intro - Low Spoken Male Voice] Everybody leaves something behind. Some leave money. Some leave a name. Me? I'll leave dust... and a few good stories. [Beat Drops] [Verse 1 - Deep Raspy Male Rap] Old man Cole had a house by the tracks Two busted chairs and a shotgun out back Never had much, never wanted a lot But every damn fool knew the place by the lock He'd pour you a drink if you came through the gate Tell you three lies and make you believe eight Had a scar on his cheek and a bullet in his wall Said both came from women and neither was his fault He died on a Tuesday with his boots by the bed No fortune in the bank No words left unsaid They buried him Friday behind the old barn By Sunday night half the county had a story about who he was. [Banjo - Short Gritty Run] Dust n' tales That's all you leave behind Dust n' tales When the last bell rings Your boots hit the dirt Your name gets passed around Dust n' tales That's what the years leave behind [Verse 2 - Half-Spoken Gritty Rap] There was a card man named Jesse Black Could lose twenty dollars and win his shirt right back He'd cheat when he could and bluff when he couldn't Smile like a saint while doing what saints shouldn't One night he walked in with a pocket full of cash Walked out at sunrise with nothing but a laugh Nobody remembers what he won that night They remember the story of how he lost that fight. [Beat Drop] That's the thing about legends. Nobody tells them straight. [Banjo - Driving Fill] Dust n' tales That's all you leave behind Dust n' tales When the last bell rings You can bury your money You can lock up your gold But somebody tells your story when you're too old to tell it cold [Breakdown - Beat Drops] [Low Spoken Male Voice] So drink your whiskey. Take the long way home. Say what you mean. Do what you came here to do. Because when they put that dirt over you... they ain't burying the story. [Pause] They're starting it. [Beat Returns] [Verse 3 - Deep Raspy Male Rap] Maybe they'll say I was a son of a gun Maybe they'll say I never knew when to run Maybe they'll swear I stole a train in the rain Maybe they'll claim I shot a man over a name Half of it happened. The rest sounds better. That's how a man's memory gets dressed for the weather. I ain't looking for heaven. I ain't asking for gold. Just leave me one story worth telling when I'm gone. [Final Hook - Full Energy] Dust n' tales That's all you leave behind Dust n' tales When the last bell rings Your boots hit the dirt Your name gets passed around Dust n' tales That's what the years leave behind [Banjo - Extended Fast Driving Outro] Dust n' tales... Dust n' tales... That's all you leave behind. [Fade Out]