One Driver - The Black Sorrows

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