And they tell me
I've got nothing,
that I walk alone.
But, my friend,
I'll tell you,
I don't walk alone (no, sir).
I've got someone with me.
I've got two pistols at my hips,
silver, sturdy, with mahogany grips.
Nickel-plated ornate detailing
points the path of the next bullet.
Rolling silver rallies one shot through.
Don't let six times two be twelve for you.
And I've got my tally marks in my mahogany
that remind me
of all the lowly men who try to cross me.
Let them come.
Bounty's such a burden,
it calls forth the vermin
mistaking famed names
for opportunity.
Let them come.
Because I love the flash,
I love the snap,
oh boy, I love the smell
of brass, burning cordite, and lead.
Brass, burning cordite, and lead.
Brass, burning cordite and lead
and here they come,
coming on down the range,
coming on down the range.
10 more minutes 'til the marks make me,
10 more minutes 'til the marks make me.
Nine more minutes 'til I make my mark,
make my mark in my mahogany.
Eight more minutes 'til the marks make me.
Eight more minutes 'til the marks make me.
Seven more minutes 'til I make my marks,
make my marks in my mahogany.
Six more minutes 'til the marks make me,
six more minutes 'til the marks make me.
Five more minutes 'til I make my marks,
make my marks in my mahogany.
Four more minutes 'til the marks make me,
four more minutes 'til the marks make me.
Three more minutes 'til I make my marks,
make my marks in my mahogany.
Two more minutes 'til the marks make me,
two more minutes 'til the marks make me.
One more minute 'til I make my marks,
make my marks in my mahogany.
Brass, burning cordite, and lead.
Brass, burning cordite, and lead.
Brass, burning cordite, and lead.
Brass, burning cordite, and lead.
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022