The Winding Staircase Mountain Blues

Well, I turned and shut my eyes
as you let the gravel fly
When I looked up you had cleared the driveway
You and your big cloud of dust
all your chrome and all your rust
begging to lay scattered on the highway
Well I have not forgotten when
we may as well been kin
raising hell from here to Bryan County
Wishing I could let you in
give you shelter from the wind
but that hurricane ain't coming down around me
You can curse your fiddle 'til it breaks down at the binding
curse your locomotive of the rails
And all that trouble you've been looking for is easy in the finding
But the Devil's in the fine details
Well, I nearly took your lead
with your pistol and your speed
Shoot to kill and plan to be forgiven
Well, in between the mill and whatever deer I kill
truth be told I barely make a living
You can curse your fiddle 'til it breaks down at the binding
curse your locomotive of the rail
And all that trouble you've been looking for is easy in the finding
But the Devil's in the fine details
And you're somewhere in the Winding Stair
thinking you've still got a trick or two
And you're planning out your fight in the lantern light
But I don't see this going well for you
No I don't see this going well for you
Well the Sheriffs came last night
Is everything alright?
Asked for any help that I could give
You know we'd had a falling out
well not what's this all about?
They said the man you shot is gonna live
You can curse your fiddle 'til it breaks down at the binding
Curse your locomotive of the rails
And all that trouble you've been looking for is easy in the finding
But the Devil's in the fine details
Well, the Devil's in the fine details