Silent Type Songtext
von Dispatch

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 her 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
But 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