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
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 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
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 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