Silent Type

Rode our horses in the pelting rain over the graves of the last war

Rooster was on a tare about something he'd seen the night before

Then he went quiet, when his horse stopped still in the night

I guess every now and then, he the silent type

From a ramshackle shotgun house we heard

A woman just a screaming a name

Said why'd they take him, Lord? He hasn't done a thing

But in that moment seemed god slipped out of sight

I guess every now and then, he the silent type

I guess every now and then, he the silent type

Another storm is coming

We gotta take a stand so we don't fall

Another storm is coming

We gotta take a stand so we don't fall

Further up the trail we came to ghastly sight

A man hanging from an old oak tree

For looking someone in the eye

I asked the governor, but he ducked back from the light

I guess every now and then, he the silent type

I guess every now and then, he the silent type

Another storm is coming

We gotta take a stand so we don't fall

Another storm is coming

We gotta take a stand so we don't fall

We gotta take a stand so we don't fall

We gotta take a stand so we don't fall

We gotta take a stand so we don't fall

We gotta take a stand so we don't fall

We gotta take a stand so we don't fall

We gotta take a stand so we don't fall

We gotta take a stand so we don't fall