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