Silent Type

Rode our horses in the pelting rain Over the graves of the last war Rooster was on a tear about something He'd seen the night before Then he went quiet when his horse Stopped still in the night I guess every now and then, he the silent type From a ramshackle shotgun house We heard a woman just a-screaming a name Said why'd they take him lord He hasn't done a thing But in that moment Seemed God slipped out of sight I guess every now and then, he the silent type I guess every now and then, he the silent type Oh, another storm is coming We gotta take a stand so we don't fall Oh, another storm is coming We gotta take a stand so we don't fall Further up the trail We came to a ghastly sight A man hanging from an old oak tree For looking someone in the eye I asked the governor But he ducked back from the light I guess every now and then, he the silent type I guess every now and then, he the silent type Oh, another storm is coming We gotta take a stand so we don't fall Oh, another storm is coming We gotta take a stand so we don't fall We gotta take a stand so we don't fall We gotta take a stand so we don't fall We gotta take a stand so we don't fall We gotta take a stand so we don't fall We gotta take a stand so we don't fall We gotta take a stand so we don't fall We gotta take a stand so we don't fall