There's Always One More (Original song)

A father sits a boy down at the table. The boy is counting wins. The old man still sees a street that lasted one held breath. Original song written, arranged and produced by Rusty Stick Productions. Inspired by Marty Robbins’ Big Iron. All lyrics and music are original. This is not a cover or a sample. All lyrics to Rusty Stick Productions songs are written by Rusty Stick Productions. No lyrics are generated by a video/song AI company.    / @rustystickproductions   #TheresAlwaysOneMore #OriginalSong #RustyStickProductions #WesternStorySong #DontCountEmThere’s Always One More, original song, Rusty Stick Productions, western story song, don’t count ’em, original lyrics. inspired by Big Iron, quiet man country song, cocky gets you buried, western story song, original lyrics, Rusty Stick Productions Lyrics: Sit down, boy, you’re rattlin’ the plates You wearin' that grin like a borrowed hat You been countin’ what you think you’ve beat I heard that kind of math before, and it don’t add You talk like the room already signed your name Like the yard is yours because you said it loud I knew a kid who kept a list like that Thought the list was armor... It was a shroud Don’t count ’em, son... There’s always one quieter He won't come to talk... He'll come to finish what you started Don’t count ’em, son The number makes you blind Cocky gets you buried... By a man who don't mind I still see that street when I close my eyes Wasn’t longer than a held breath....start to end Windows full of faces that wouldn’t come outside Two men...only one of ’em had something to prove The loud one had a row of wins he wore like gold Young... mean...sure the next would fold the same Quiet one hardly said a word Didn’t have to...'cause you could feel him change the air Gun fight didn’t last It never does when pride draws first The loud one never cleared his brag The quiet one had already done the worst Don’t count ’em, son... There’s always one quieter He won't come to talk... He'll come to finish what you started Don’t count ’em, son The number makes you blind Cocky gets you buried... By a man who don't mind Now you laugh like that was nothing but dust Like then ain’t now...and you ain’t him on the ground I ain’t sayin’ you’ll die in a street I’m sayin’ the same brag can bring you down... No matter how good you are Some don’t advertise... No matter the game you picked... 'Cause a quiet one don’t need to look twice Will this talk stick? Boy, I ain’t a fool I’ve spent good breath on latches that don’t catch But I still got to turn the screw Cause love don’t wait for proof... It talks while you’re still here One day when you meet a quiet one Maybe this old voice might finally sit near Don’t count ’em, son... There’s always one quieter I said my peace Do what you will with it Don’t count ’em, son... I can’t make it take But I won’t sit silent And watch you make his mistake He might have gone on livin’ If he hadn’t counted the score... Don’t count ’em... There’s always one more