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Bourbon Sons - One More Nail [Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dallas Dwight
Dallas Dwight
Guitar
Darryl Silvera
Darryl Silvera
Guitar
Rahsaan Lacey
Rahsaan Lacey
Bass
Ryan Fosnow
Ryan Fosnow
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dallas Dwight
Dallas Dwight
Songwriter
Trey Duncan
Trey Duncan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dallas Dwight
Dallas Dwight
Mixing Engineer
Darryl Silvera
Darryl Silvera
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

He wore a Walker on his hip 
But they called him The Gentleman 
He abided the law, 
But was quick to draw
With his honor on the line 
He never knew the deck was stacked
'Til they shot him in the back
They stole his life 
With a head held high
But they couldn't touch his pride 
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
One more nail in the coffin
One more notch in the post
That barefoot mile we're walking 
Tryna find our way home
A little more ink in the tattoo
To commemorate our tale
No man escapes that sad truth
That's one more nail, brother, one more nail
Carved upon a cross
The name that he'd lost
She laid him down 
On the edge of town
With embers in her eyes 
And so the legends say
They dug too shallow a grave
For that cursed night
Under a blood moon's light 
The ghost of reckoning rides  
One more nail in the coffin
One more notch in the post
That barefoot mile we're walking 
Tryna find our way home
One last strum of the six string
One final tale to tell
Give me one more tall shot of whiskey 
For one more nail, brother, one more nail
The whole town heard the scream 
And they crowded in the street
His face was posed
Like he'd seen a ghost
And cards covered his eyes
Whether widow or a wraith
The Gambler learned that day
Clubs and spades
An eight, an ace
All debts must be paid
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
One more nail in the coffin
One more notch in the post
That barefoot mile we're walking
Tryna find our way home
From all the saints gone to glory
To the darkest depths of hell
It's always the same old story
One more nail in the coffin
One more notch in the post
That barefoot mile we're walking 
Tryna find our way home
The last drop of ink in the tattoo
To commemorate our tale
No man escapes that sad truth
That's one more nail, brother, one more nail
One more nail, brother, one more nail
One more nail, brother, one more nail
Written by: Dallas Dwight, Trey Duncan
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