Track 1

Verse 1

I was born where the river runs slow,

Mud on my boots and a heart full of coal.

Whiskey on my breath, trouble on my tongue,

Made my living behind a smoking gun.

Chorus

Ashes in the wind, blood on the land,

Devil rides close with a cold, steady hand.

No preacher could save me, no lawman could tame me,

I made my living behind a smoking gun.

Verse 2

Swamp fire burning, shadows in the pines,

Ghosts of the past keep crossing my mind.

Every deal I made was paid in the sun,

Made my living behind a smoking gun.

Bridge

The blues keep howlin’ through the cypress trees,

Chains of my sins drag hard on my knees.

But I keep on running, I can’t outrun

The life I carved with a smoking gun.

Final Chorus

Ashes in the wind, blood on the land,

Devil rides close with a cold, steady hand.

No preacher could save me, no lawman could come,

I made my living behind a smoking gun.