[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 aint coming down around me [Chorus] Oh well you can curse your fiddle till it breaks down at the binding Curse your locomotive off the rail And all that trouble youve been looking for is easy in the finding Well the devils in the fine details [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] Oh well you can curse your fiddle till it breaks down at the binding Curse your locomotive off the rail And all that trouble youve been looking for is easy in the finding Well the devils into fine detail [Bridge] And youre somewhere in the Winding Stair Thinking you still got a trick or two And youre planning out your fight in the lantern light But I dont see this going well for you No I dont see this going well for you [Instrumental] [Verse 4] 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 whats this all about They said the man whos shot is gonna live [Chorus] Oh well you can curse your fiddle till it breaks down at the binding Curse your locomotive off the rail And all that trouble youve been looking for is easy in the finding Well the devils into fine detail Well the devils into fine detail
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