It's all steeped in mystery...
On a cold winter day...
I hear a baby cryin’...
Lord, I can’t look away...


What is that she’s holdin’...
Looks like swaddlin’ wrap...
My whole world starts spinnin’...
I fall down flat...


What was in that drink you gave me...
Something wicked, something strong...
You ain’t the one I thought you'd be. ..
And this night’s gonna be long...
Cause I have come a'callin'...
You best run away...


Whatever you’re pushin’...
I ain’t the one...
You can laugh in the shadows...
But don't look away...
Cause I’m comin’... ya...
I am the son...


There’s smoke in the rafters...
And blood on the floor...
I seen the truth in your eyes...
I won't take no more...


Your secrets are poison...
They cut like a knife...
You think you can own me...
But you better think twice...


What was that drink you gave me...
It put me on the ground...
The water keeps on risin’...
But you can’t hold me down...


Whatever you’re pushin’...
I ain’t the one...
When I come a callin’...
You’re gonna know I'm the son...


Fire on the horizon...
Thunder in my chest...
You thought I was broken...
But I won’t lay to rest...


You took down my father...
Left him cold in the rain...
Now the blood in my veins, boy...
It don’t flow the same...
I’m ridin’ for retribution...
With fire in my gun...
When I come a callin’...
You’ll remember I’m the son...


What was that drink you gave me?
It’s burnin’ through my veins...
You’re not who I thought you were...
Just a ghost with no name...


Whatever you’re pushin’...
I ain’t the one...
When I come a callin’...
You’re gonna know I am the son...


Yeah... you’ll know I am the son...

I am the son

Buck Ramble — When the Money Ain’t Never Over

Found in dusty reels marked “Goodnight Trail Sessions,” these are the long-lost recordings of Buck Ramble — the saloon singer turned silver-screen storyteller who lived long enough to see cowhands become celebrities.

Every track is a campfire sermon in rhythm: part truth, part tall tale.
He sings about lawmen, outlaws, faith, denial, women, whiskey, and the strange mercy of knowing too much.
By the time the record closes with the title track, Buck’s world has shifted from trail dust to camera lights — but the heart’s still out there under the same sky.

Restored by Volant Records (All Worlds Reserved®).

Genre: Frontier Folk / Western Blues / Spoken Americana

“Stories are cheaper than bullets — but hit just the same.”

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Jimi Hendrix