Let the Music Play - Robert Earl Keen

Put the horses in the stable

Load the mules on the train

Set your pistols on the table

Leave the dogs out in the rain

Take the money that they gave you

Hide it in a mason jar

Nobody now can save you

It don’t matter where you are

Turn your light down low

Hear the four wins blow

Bow your head to pray

It ain’t 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 waitin' for ya'

You were… before the dawn

You know your shakin hands wil

When your mouth is goin dry

When that law man back in datin

Wouldn’t 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

I’m rollin' down that lost highway