Dust by the Fender

[Кіріспе] [Two-bar tom-heavy fill; bent guitar chord on bar two; bass figure enters bar three] [Куплет 1] County fair dust on my coverall sleeve I lean on the fender, watch the green flag breathe You’re bucking in the sled, tires chewing clay I feather that throttle, keep the bite, keep the sway [Қайырма] Hold that line, don’t let it spin Redline howl, dirt rolling in Ease it, feed it, make it stay Pull that iron down the rutted way [Куплет 2] The tach needle jumps like it wants to break loose I hear that old block spit and i give it just enough Left wheel skips where the furrow cuts deep I soften my hand, let the rear tires keep [Қайырма] Hold that line, don’t let it spin Redline howl, dirt rolling in Ease it, feed it, make it stay Pull that iron down the rutted way [Guitar solo] [Bluesy bent guitar solo over swinging half-time groove] [Қайырма] Hold that line, don’t let it spin Redline howl, dirt rolling in Ease it, feed it, make it stay Pull that iron down the rutted way [Аутро] One more notch, let the flywheel sing Dust settles slow by the tractor ring I kill the motor, wipe my hands Still feel that pull in the county fair stands