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The Last Flame

 

The Last Flame

(album: Self Made In America - 2022)


I saw a man on a horse on the 4th of July
He was carrying the flag and a 45 on his side
I said mister wont you hop down I'll play you a song
It's the least I can do to maybe help you along
It's a cold damn world and it's steering us wrong
I can sing a little baby that'll carry a song

So when the whiskey dries and the fiddle runs out
There's a jukebox playing somewhere and I'll be found
Till the sun comes up in the old Big Sky
Tip my hat to an outlaw as I'm passing by

Cuz they don't make em like me and mine
Just some ramblers on the grind on a lonely road
Till the last flame wonders out
The guitar makes a final sound
And we're on the go
Ya they don't make em like me and mine
Just some ramblers on the grind on a lonely road

I saw a lady on the street she was selling a rose
She had a pretty bouquet with a ribbon of gold
Tip my hat down low as I was fixing to go
Flip

Cuz they don't make em like me and mine
Just some ramblers on the grind on a lonely road
Till the last flame wonders out
The guitar makes a final sound
And we're on the go
Ya they don't make em like me and mine
Just some ramblers on the grind on a lonely road

So when the whiskey dries and the fiddle runs out
There's a jukebox playing somewhere and I'll be found
Till the sun comes up in the old Big Sky
Tip my hat to an outlaw as I'm passing by

Cuz they don't make em like me and mine
Just some ramblers on the grind on a lonely road
Till the last flame wonders out
The guitar makes a final sound
And we're on the go
Cuz they don't make em like me and mine
Just some ramblers on the grind on a lonely road
Just some ramblers on the grind on a lonely road

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