Audra Mae

One silver dollar Bright silver dollar Changing hands Changing hands Endlessly rolling Wasted and stolen Changing hands Changing hands Spent for a beer he's drinking Won by a gambler's lust Pierced by an outlaw's bullet And lost in the blood red dust

All right, there's a little old house At the top of the hill At the end of the road there's a little old man with a demon to kill Well he's hiding with her Yeah he's over the blues And he woke up this morning determined to put on his dancin' shoes No

Good friend of mine Good friend of mine I 240 highway go something like 95 The devil sat beside me And I got murder on my mind I shot that man in Vegas Didn't stick around to watch him die I couldn't see the use it wasting more of my precious time He