Heavy Days, Quiet Trails
( / slow build / 3:30)
Verse 1 (spoken – ~0:40)
There’s fire in his eyes, blood and sweat in his veins,
Tears rollin’ deep down that red dirt slowly swept away.
Good old buddies that nickels couldn’t trade for time,
And a half-dollar silver buckle between his legs and mine.
Colts kickin’ dust by afternoon light,
Us in another time,
In another town at night.
(instrumental swell – 8 bars)
Verse 2
But can he really rig ’em like he says he can?
Tough busted knuckles, calloused beatin’ hands.
Them iron gates a swingin’,
Yeah, them legs start a flyin’.
The heat swells down,
Cold creeps up his spine.
(instrumental – let the guitar walk)
Verse 3
He’s a bad dude…
Dude don’t see it comin’.
After a minute or two,
After the ride gets through,
I beat him and his buddies got a long, long ride too.
Somewhere back to Oklahoma…
Where the sun’s done rised.
(instrumental – drums barely touch)
Chorus (half-sung – ~0:40)
Oh I, I miss
These heavy days.
Not a dollar in the air,
But these quiet trails remain.
Pockets feelin’ empty,
But it’s due time.
Keep a bull between the legs
And your fist held tight.
(instrumental break – 12–16 bars)
Verse 4 (, slower – ~0:35)
Same dirt.
Same gates.
Same dust hangin’ in the light.
Same buckle clinkin’ low,
Same rope burn in the night.
Ain’t much said when it’s over,
Ain’t much that needs sayin’.
(instrumental – let silence talk)
Chorus (repeat, quieter – ~0:35)
Oh I, I miss
These heavy days.
Not a dollar in the air,
But these quiet trails remain.
Pockets feelin’ empty,
But it’s due time.
Keep a bull between the legs
And your fist held tight.
Outro )
There’s fire in his eyes, blood and sweat in his veins,
Tears rollin’ deep down that red dirt slowly swept away.
Good old buddies that nickels couldn’t trade for time,
And a half-dollar silver buckle between his legs and mine.
Heavy days.
Quiet trails.
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