Testo Let The Music Play Robert Earl Keen
Take the money that they gave you
Hide it in a mason jar
Nobody now can save you
It donât matter where you are
Turn your light down low
hear the four wins blow
bow your head to pray
it ainât what you planed
you got one last stand
let the music play
Left for dead in southern Georgia
at the hands of hapless john
with your baby waitinâ for yaâ
You were.... before the dawn
you know your shakin hands wil
when your mouth is goin dry
when that law man back in datin
wouldnât look you in the eye
He was nothing but a drifter
and he came to play the part
disquised as luke the drifter
talk about a cheatin heart
when he rode into your town
same old indian giver
struck a match and burned. .. down
Now your alone and barely breathing
looking down from up above
needing something to believe in
one lonely truth and love
and the storm is slowly dying
at the breaking of the day
all the steel guitars are crying
Iâm rollinâ down that lost highway