That Boy Is Trouble, Pt. 2

Wake Up

He polished up that army colt all brighter than a bell
And he spent his last eight bits on that pocket full of shells

Every night he checks his sights and the ritual starts again
He loads a single bullet and gives the cylinder a spin

He don't call it chance for he knows its coming soon
The hammer locks and he plays Russian roulette with the moon

That boy is trouble
That boy is trouble
That boy is trouble
That boy is trouble

So you know Juble was out there playing Russian roulette with the moon
Same as hes done every night
See what he'd do is he'd spin the cylinder and put the
Barrel against his temple and he'd pull the trigger and
Click
And he'd point it at the moon
Click
And back and forth until finally
Whang
And that one round would shoot off at the moon
And well then Juble would know it's time to go to sleep

Well so he got to thinking how he
Was starting to use up all them shells
And he didn't have no more money so
He didn't pull the trigger that time
Well then damn if he just couldn't sleep at all just spinning around
In that coffin all night finding no comfort
Till by and by he decided to get up and go into town
Well he finds himself a drinking
Establishment sorta the hush hush type
And he ain't never been in one of
Those before so he don't know what it is
He just parked his coffin outside and he goes walking on in with that
Pistol sticking out his pants and that crow and that man
Behind the bar said he needed to take them things out of there
So he goes on back and stows them in that coffin and he set that cage
With that crow in it on top and that crow
Whispered something to him and he went back inside

Well there was a band playing and the man behind the bar told Juble
That look he needed to buy something if he was going to sit there and
Juble said he didn't have no money and he was already getting mad
Enough to fetch up that pistol but the man said he could listen to
One song and Juble figured one song would be enough and if he was
Still mad well when it was over he'd fetch that
Pistol and he'd shoot somebody just for meanness

Don't fate sometimes just tangle up her threads to a point where a
Body couldn't begin to sort out how
Everything coulda' just happened like that all at once

That band just happened to play a song at that very moment that they
Had just learned how to play that day from an old feller that they
Met on a train that couldn't remember
If he had writ it or somebody else did

But these old boys kinda liked that melody and they had no
Idea who was just now listening and just how he was gonna react.

That song sounded kinda like this.