The Black Sorrows - One Driver lyrics

Handsful of silver, headful of rye On a winding river it pays to keep your powder dry Keep the engine hummin' and your head down low Hear someone comin' blow that horn and let me know Indian summer, can't find no shade Gun that motor, break on through the barricade One driver to hit that hammer hard One rider to play that devil's card The highway's open, we'll make that country sign Deal out black money when we cross that borderline (J. Camilleri N. Smith – Rondor Warner Chappell)