The Winding Stair Mountain Blues - Turnpike Troubadours

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

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

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