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Check the thoroughbrace and the linchpin too
The mud is deep and the sky is blue.
Got a boot-full of bullion and a heavy mail sack
Six-horse hitch and a hump on my back.
Charlie’s on the ribbons, keeping 'em in line
While I’m holding 12-gauge, feeling mighty fine.
Keep your eyes on the rimrock, watch for the flash
Of a highwayman looking for a quick-fingered stash.
[Chorus]
Sitting shotgun on a Concord frame
I ain't got a medal and I ain't got a name.
Just a buckshot breeze and a box full of lead
Keeping all the passengers away from the dead.
Yeah, the dust is my water and the road is my bed
Sitting shotgun on a Concord frame.
[Verse 2]
We hit the swing station, traded out the team
The off-side wheeler was blowing off steam.
A road-agent stepped from a greasewood clump
Thinking he could catch us on a uphill hump.
He yelled for the "halt" and he leveled a Colt
But the lead in my barrel gave his system a jolt.
I sent him a double-dose of whistling tin
And we left him in the gravel where the coyotes grin.
[Chorus]
Sitting shotgun on a Concord frame
I ain't got a medal and I ain't got a name.
Just a buckshot breeze and a box full of lead
Keeping all the passengers away from the dead.
Yeah, the dust is my water and the road is my bed
Sitting shotgun on a Concord frame.
[Bridge]
(Fast, clattering piano solo)
It’s a rough-lock slide on a steep-grade hill
If the brakes don't catch, then the mountain will.
Grease the axles, keep the leather tight
We gotta hit the station 'fore the middle of the night.
[Verse 3]
The box is rattling and the lamp is lit
Charlie’s got a mouthful of tobacco and grit.
We got a gambler inside and a preacher's wife
Trying to get to Reno with a whole new life.
They don’t see the hammer or the trigger in my hand
They just see the miles across the alkali land.
The payroll’s safe and the horses are spent
That’s another thirty dollars for the money I lent.
[Chorus]
Sitting shotgun on a Concord frame
I ain't got a medal and I ain't got a name.
Just a buckshot breeze and a box full of lead
Keeping all the passengers away from the dead.
Yeah, the dust is my water and the road is my bed
Sitting shotgun on a Concord frame.
[Outro]
(Sound of a heavy wooden brake lever engaging)
(Horses huffing)
Whoa now, boys.
Check the seal on the box.
(Fade out)
Details
GeneratedFeb 2, 2026
Duration3:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
Outlaw Country, Driving Percussion, Honky-tonk Piano, Gravelly Vocals]
Credits
Prompt by
HamCheck
HamCheckModelAria v5
