The Black Sorrows - One Driver текст песни

Handsful of silver, headful of rye
On a winding river it pays to keep your powder dry
Keep the engine hummin' and your head down low
Hear someone comin' blow that horn and let me know
Indian summer, can't find no shade
Gun that motor, break on through the barricade
One driver to hit that hammer hard
One rider to play that devil's card
The highway's open, we'll make that country sign
Deal out black money when we cross that borderline

(J. Camilleri N. Smith – Rondor Warner Chappell)