[Comes back for the guitar-case of weapons that he just threw away]
Just in case. It's a long ride to the next town.
Just in case. It's a long ride to the next town.
Give me the strength to be what I was, and forgive me for what I am.
You know, one of these days you're gonna lie down too hard on that bed and blow your brains out.
It's strange how pulling a trigger is easier than playing the guitar. Easier to destroy than to create.
Let's play...
Now, I wasn't interested in his drink. Nope, I was more interested in what he was carrying when he walked in. Some sort of a suitcase, kind of heavy. He sat that thing on the stool beside him as if it were his girl.