No Country Ballad

[Intro] (Steel guitar slide, sparse acoustic guitar picking, steady drum b**t) [Verse 1] Sun bleached the caliche dust on Highway 90 Sheriff Bell drove slow, feelin' old and lonely A buzzard circled high in the cobalt sky Sign of trouble brewin', couldn't pass it by Found a truck shot fulla holes out near Terlingua D**d men scattered 'round like broken puppets A satchel full of money gone without a trace Leavin' only b***d upon that lonesome place [Chorus] Oh, this ain't no country for old men no more Where the devil walks the border, knockin' at your door The rules are written bloody on the desert floor Yeah, this ain't no country for old men no more [Verse 2] Llewelyn Moss saw the dyin' man cry for water Took the cash, thought he'd slip across the border But hunters follow money, swift and keen Led by a shadow wearin' death's cold sheen Anton Chigurh, eyes like polished stone Breath like winter wind, walkin' all alone A cattle g*n his tool, a coin toss his creed Plantin' fear and sorrow like a p****n seed [Chorus] Oh, this ain't no country for old men no more Where the devil walks the border, knockin' at your door The rules are written bloody on the desert floor Yeah, this ain't no country for old men no more [Verse 3] Bell tracked the chaos, read the signs of dread Through motel shootouts where the innocent lay d**d From Del Rio to El Paso, the trail ran red Chasin' phantoms while his old dreams fled Moss thought he could outrun the comin' night But fate's a hungry coyote, bidin' its time right The coin spun high, a choice he couldn't make Just another soul lost for that money's sake [Bridge] (Instrumental break: mournful fiddle solo over tense rhythm section) Chigurh moves like judgment, cold and absolute Sayin' chance ain't chance if you don't call the s***t Bell sits in his kitchen, starin' at the wall Rememberin' his father, feelin' ten feet small The darkness closin' in, too deep to understand This cruel new world slippin' through his weathered hand [Chorus] Oh, this ain't no country for old men no more Where the devil walks the border, knockin' at your door The rules are written bloody on the desert floor Yeah, this ain't no country for old men no more [Outro] (Acoustic guitar fades slowly, single sustained fiddle note) He dreamed of his father, ridin' on ahead Carryin' fire in a horn, through the cold and dread But the fire's gone out, the night is comin' fast Nothin' left to hold onto, nothin' built to last Just the wind across the plains, whisperin' low... This ain't no country... for old men... to go... (Fade out with final guitar strum)