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Tracy Grammer Dave Carter Drum Hat Buddha

In fair silver city on the blind side of fate I grew up to manhood on the narrow and straight But prideful i stumbeled, and foolish i fell In the silken

Down to a dollar in a terrible fix, i was hopin my bookie would call Coolin my heels at the motel six, waitin for the axe to fall Phone rings, man, i

Hey-yah My love has gone all upon the crimson trail His drum at dawn beating brimstone through the veil Clear light through smoke and ash And balmy

He sang the power and glory down the hill at evenin The rain, the river roarin, wild geese at their grievin All the way to nashville town he strayed

Common cool, he was a proud young fool in a kick-ass wal-mart tie Rippin down the main drag, trippin on the headlights rollin by In the early dawn when

On a sleepy endless ocean when the world lay in a dream There was rhythm in the splash and roll, but not a voice to sing So the moon shone on the breakers