No smoke… no fire…

oooeeee hmmm [Verse1] You see the smoke rising over the ridge, But you’re hiding the fire like a secret kept in a locked chest. Just remember this, sitting here by the firelight: No smoke… no fire… just the truth tonight. Yeah, yeah Every whisper’s a spark that catches the dry grass, And the wind’s telling tales that no one wants to hear last. [Banjo roll, harmonica wail, foot stomp] [Pre‑Chorus] The air’s so electric it’s buzzing like a live wire, The tension’s so tight it could snap a steel rope tonight. We’re standing too close to the edge of the night, Where the shadows grow long and the truth gets its bite. [Harmonica slide, upright bass slap] [Chorus] There’s no smoke without a fire, feel the heat on your face, The truth’s burning bright in this old, dusty place. Yeah, yeah No more secrets, no more lies, they’ll burn you in the end, There’s no smoke without a fire—open your eyes, my friend! [Call‑and‑response: “Open your eyes!” — backing vocals, twangy guitar fill] That’s right! [Bridge] Let it burn, let it show, let the sparks fly high, We’re walking into the heart of the cold under a starless sky. But a fire’s no good if it hides in the dark, So we’ll stand in the flame and take the heat as our mark. [Slide guitar solo, banjo flourish, steady foot stomp rhythm] Whoa, whoa [Spoken Word Outro Gravelly male voice, warm southern drawl, storytelling tone, acoustic strum fading out] Now, I’ve told you the tale, and I’ve laid it all bare, Smoke don’t rise from nowhere—there’s always a flame somewhere. So if you see the haze on the horizon tonight, You know there’s a fire burning, strong and bright. Just remember this, sitting here by the firelight: No smoke… no fire… just the truth tonight. [Last harmonica note, fade to silence]