Marksman (Remastered)

[Intro: vinyl crackle, slow slide guitar riff, brushed drums enter] [Verse 1] I aimed my gun at a dancing man I aimed my gun at a dancing man The whole ridge hollered, "Got him!" — so I crowned myself a marksman [Verse 2] Grass grew where he fell, obituaries plastered every wall Grass grew where he fell, obituaries plastered every wall His death kept my glass full for six years — my best story at the bar [Harmonica and slide guitar trade licks] [Verse 3] Late-night saloon, the gramophone hisses and moans Late-night saloon, the gramophone hisses and moans The man we buried for good crawls out of the vinyl, singing low [Verse 4] When he hit that high note, every kerosene lamp burned hot When he hit that high note, every kerosene lamp burned hot Dancing through a hail of bullets — one step, two step, and he never stopped [Verse 5] I threw my gun in the fireplace, flames licking at the stock I threw my gun in the fireplace, flames licking at the stock This applause is six years late — but it's truer than a gunshot, louder than a gunshot [Tag: gospel choir joins, key change up] Truer than a gunshot, louder than a gunshot (Louder than a gunshot) Truer than a gunshot... louder than a gunshot [Outro: instruments fade, one firewood pop, silence]