The Winding Stair Mountain Blues

Well I turned and shut my eyes As you let the gravel fly When I looked up you had cleared the driveway You and your big cloud of dust All your chrome and all your rust Beggin' to lay scattered on the highway Well I have not forgotten when we may as well be kin Raising hell from here to Bryan County Wishing I could let you in Give you shelter from the wind But that hurricane ain't coming down around me Oh well you can curse your fiddle till it breaks down at the binding Curse your locomotive off the rail And all that trouble you've been looking for is easy in the finding Well the devil's into fine detail Well I nearly took your lead With your pistol and your speed Shoot to kill and plan to be forgiven But in between the mill And whatever deer I kill Truth be told I barely make a living Oh well you can curse your fiddle till it breaks down at the binding Curse your locomotive off the rail And all that trouble you've been looking for is easy in the finding Well the devil's into fine detail And you're somewhere in the Winding Stair Thinking you still got a trick or two And you're planning out your fight in the lantern light But I don't see this going well for you No, I don't see this going well for you Well the sheriff came last night Is everything alright? Ask for any help that I can give No we had a falling out Well then what's this all about They said the man who's shot is gonna live Oh well you can curse your fiddle till it breaks down at the binding Curse your locomotive off the rail And all that trouble you've been looking for is easy in the finding Well the devil's into fine detail Well the devil's into fine detail --- The Winding Stair Mountain Blues - Turnpike Troubadours