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Danny Worsnop

The Man

 

The Man

(álbum: The Long Road Home - 2017)


It was a winter's night, cold had a hell of a bite when the collector came to town.
An unfortunate soul for six feet below sent to send the sinners down.
So he's not all bad but hell he ain't no good, when you see him it's too late to pray.
Kid he don't show his face unless it's time to pay and well I guess today's your day.

"Put it all on black" he said with the devil in his eye.
A pinstripe suit, and a .45, and a blood red bottle of wine.
Long before you he's shot down a few but none he knew by name.
Just a bottle of vino, in an old casino, and a mask to hide his pain.

You'll never see him coming, no one ever sees him leave.
My friend your time has come, you'd best believe, he'll shoot you down.
He'll shoot you down.

He said "You know who you are and you know why I've come, you've done wrong one too many times.
I knew it was you by the devil in your eye 'cause they're burning just like mine.
I'll give you one chance to walk out the door, let this dealer here decide.
So put your soul down on this next round 'cause I'm collecting souls tonight".

He came to shoot you down.
He came to shoot you down.
He came to shoot you down.
He came to shoot you down.

And he laid it down. He put his soul on the line.
Yeah he laid it down one last time
to keep on living the way he's been living,
to keep on sinning the way he's been sinning.

When that ball fell red a shot rang out and it deadened every sound.
All he left was a smoking gun on the table and a body on the ground.
So if you know you're trouble, know there's eyes on you and you're running out of time.
When you're sitting at the table against a pinstripe suit and a blood red bottle of wine.

You'll never see him coming, no one ever sees him leave.
My friend don't try to run, you'd best believe, he'll shoot you down.
He'll shoot you down.
He'll shoot you down.
He'll shoot you down.
He'll shoot you down.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 feet in the ground.
He'll shoot you down.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 shots in a round.
He'll shoot you down.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 shots and you're down.
He'll shoot you down.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 feet in the ground.
He'll shoot you down.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 feet in the ground.
He'll shoot you down.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 shots in a round.
He'll shoot you down.

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