Let The Music Play Lyrics - Robert Earl Keen

Put the horses in the stable 

Load the mules on the train 

Set your pistols on the table 

Leave the dogs out in the rain 

Take the money that they gave you 

Hide it in a mason jar 

Nobody now can save you 

It don't matter where you are 

Turn your light down low 

Hear the four wins blow 

Bow your head to pray 

It ain't what you planed 

You got one last stand 

Let the music play 

Left for dead in southern Georgia 

At the hands of hapless john 

With your baby waitin' for ya' 

You were.... before the dawn 

You know your shakin hands wil 

When your mouth is goin dry 

When that law man back in datin 

Wouldn't look you in the eye 

He was nothing but a drifter 

And he came to play the part 

Disquised as luke the drifter 

Talk about a cheatin heart 

when he rode into your town 

Same old indian giver 

Struck a match and burned. .. down 

Now your alone and barely breathing 

Looking down from up above 

Needing something to believe in 

One lonely truth and love 

And the storm is slowly dying 

At the breaking of the day 

All the steel guitars are crying 

I'm rollin' down that lost highway