Teksty: Tracy Grammer & Dave Carter. Drum Hat Buddha. 41 Thunderer.

In fair silver city on the blind side of fate
I grew up to manhood on the narrow and straight
But prideful i stumbeled, and foolish i fell
In the silken fine trammels of a cruel yankee belle

Slender and wicked, flame in her eyes
Pearl white and nickel 'round the curve of her thighs
Smooth as dry whiskey, but cold to caress
She slid like a viper from her tooled leather dress

Forty-one thunderer, colt repeater
She's a silver-tongued wonder and a mean mistreater
Six-eyed delilah, brazen and bold
Now it's stand and deliver, and fire in the hole
Forty-one thunderer turn loose o' my soul

I feared not the lawman nor the thief in the night
Nor angel nor devil when she went by my side
And her hunger burned blazes till it felt like my own
Her wanderin' heart drove me wild and alone

Forty-one thunderer...

We rode out from canaan in search of our fortune
Or something' worth dyin' for, beauty or evermore
Over the blackwater flats with her jackrabbits running
Under a sky burnin' brimstone and reckoning
Sweet for the hope of rain
And the sand in your teeth grindin' tiny white diamonds
To moments of loss that you cannot explain

So come demon lover when the long night is through
And sing me your lullaby, simple and true
For legends will tarnish and trigger will rust
And the road over glory come to ashes and dust

Forty-one thunderer...