When the Pin Hits the Shell

by Drive-By Truckers

Drive-By Truckers are an alternative country/Southern rock band based in Athens, Georgia, though two out of five current members (Patterson Hood and Mike Cooley) are originally from The Shoals region of Northern Alabama, and the band strongly identifies with Alabama. Their music uses three guitars …




You can lie to your Mama, you can lie to your race 
But you can't lie to nobody with that cold steel in your face. 
And the same God that you're so afraid is gonna send you to hell 
Is the same one you're gonna answer to when the pin hits the shell. 

Your sister's been blaming everybody. 
I don't blame her, man, I guess I'd do the same  
If you was my brother, man, I'd probably stand by you. 
But you ain't, man, so I got to go my way. 
And I ain't gonna crawl upon no high horse 
Cause I got thrown off of one 

When I was young and I ain't no cowboy 
So I ain't going where I don't belong. 
It wouldn't do you no good to let you know that it damned near killed me too 
So I ain't gonna mourn for you, man, now that you're gone. 

Me and you, we liked our pills and our whiskey. 
But you don't want your head full of either one when 
The house gets quiet and dark. 
Having fun used to be so damned easy, 
Racing trains from Second Street to Avalon. 
Take a trip down memory lane, 
You don't see no friendly faces 
All the houses have been painted and 
Nobody knows your name. 
It's enough to make a man not want 
To be nobody's Daddy, 
When all he thinks he's got left to hand down is guilt and shame. 

And I ain't gonna crawl upon no high horse...

You can lie to your Mama, you can lie to your race 
But you can't lie to nobody with that cold steel in your face. 
And the same God that you're so afraid is gonna send you to hell 
Is the same one you're gonna answer to when the pin hits the shell.

Written by: JOHN MICHAEL COOLEY

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