Have Gun, Will Travel Crooked Chords lyrics

Sam's an old blues singer
With a checkered history
Twenty minutes in the spotlight
Twenty years in infamy
The decades flew right past and left him drifting through the haze
Now he's heading the road a little ways
To an old familiar story in and old familiar keys
Crooked chords on rusty strings
and a borrowed melody
Its hard to tell the singer from the sad old song he plays
He's heading down the road a little ways

Sam's a little wiser
And longer in the tooth
His candle burned much brighter when he was in his youth
But he'll keep on moving to avoid the undertaker's gaze
He's heading the road a little ways
World is filled with empty bars
And late night caberet's
He's heading down the road a little ways.