1. |
Let Me Out
04:15
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Verse 1:
I used to wake up in the morning and I’d blaze a trail
I thought I had a knack to get it done
It always seemed so easy cause I always seemed to fail
To see just where my feet head on the run
Cutting corners in the day with all the yes men
Walking so called lines I used to trace
I always called it special, as a means to an end
But I never seemed to leave the starting place
Chorus 1:
Let me out. Let me out.
I always called it special, but it really wasn’t true.
Now I’m screaming loud “come on and let me out”
Verse 2:
If I’ve heard it once, you know, I’ve probably heard it twice
It’s all, at least, been said and done before
The same old tales, how they never played nice
Left me curled up, broke down, crying on the floor
Whining all about my own “lovesick blues”
It’s all the same story that’s been told
But I took a look outside and I didn’t have a clue
Time to shake it up and try to break the mold
Chorus 2:
Let me out. Let me out.
I took a look outside and I didn’t have a clue.
Now I’m screaming loud “come on and let me out”
Verse 3:
I used to wake up in the morning and I’d blaze a trail
But I never quite knew just what it means
I finally tried to learn and now I’m mad as hell
For wasting time and burning gasoline
Chorus 3:
Let me out. Let me out.
I took the time to learn and now I’m mad as hell
And I’m screaming loud “come on and let me out"
I took the time to learn and now I’m mad as hell
And I’m screaming loud “come on and let me out”
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2. |
Heatwaves
04:12
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Verse 1:
I can feel it, I can feel it in the air.
Hide your eyes and pretend you don’t care
Can’t you feel it? Like a heatwave.
Maxed out and you push it back in.
Just like they told you it’s original sin.
Are you guilty of digging the grave?
Growing up they try to teach you all their facts.
Framed in glory ones who turned their backs.
“For God and Country” or so they say.
Chorus:
Heatwaves in the Bible Belt.
They change the channel but you know what you felt.
Years of work you’re compelled to destroy.
Don’t wanna be just another good southern boy.
Verse 2:
Flags of treason hanging by the door
They won’t acknowledge what it’s standing for
Just a relic of dissension and hate
Shut it down before somebody gets hurt.
Another mother crying over a hearse.
Is it too late? We’re glad you’re here.
They flipped the script. Rigged the whole design.
Even still they only read you half the lines.
Now it’s up to you to make it clear.
(Chorus)
Bridge:
What are the neighbors gonna do?
When you’re living from a different point of view?
But you’ve got to get to sleep at night
This ain’t a matter of Left and Right
(Chorus)
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3. |
Smooth Silk Suit
03:19
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Verse 1:
So you wanna start making plans?
Well, maybe I started making plans.
Allow me to say no less.
Well, that’s just business.
Chorus:
And it don’t really matter to me.
I reckon one day we’ll see.
Ain’t that what they all say?
Aw, now ain’t it babe?
Verse 2:
Your suit fits a little tight around the waist.
Take it to your man, so post-haste.
And when he’s all used up,
It’ll taste like dust.
Verse 3:
Be careful when you pull your belt.
Old eyes up front - they’ll start to melt.
Running low on sustain.
Might as well be cocaine.
(Chorus)
Verse 4:
You gonna sit there and do me like that?
After all we did standing at the bat?
A brand new smooth silk suit.
Another lost minute just forgot about you.
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4. |
Custom Deluxe
04:03
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Verse 1:
Custom Deluxe and front row seat
To the passenger side holding your knees
What you got to keep me awake
Circle back and do a double take
Verse 2:
Solid connection across state lines
100 fever and a 4 hour drive
No heat to fill up this space
We’re sold now with just a taste
Pre-chorus 1:
And road flares line the shoulder late at night
I still smell ‘em though I’m long out of sight
Chorus:
You were standing by my screen door
Said you don’t wanna see me no more
You were standing by my screen door
Said you don’t wanna see me no more
Verse 3:
“Do it yourself if you’re so first class:
You said last night, last time I asked
You won’t even look at me
Let’s call it what it is actually
You can wash it up. I can stuff it down
Bottle it in. Don’t make a sound
Pre-chorus 2:
I hear these days you two make quite a pair.
Do you still wear boots? Do you let him brush your hair?
(Chorus)
Bridge:
I’ll grow into it – eventually.
Or I’ll kill it myself – naturally.
I once was younger. I once was younger. I once was younger
(Chorus)
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5. |
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Verse 1:
Lately my Hannah’s been acting strange
Say what’s gotten into you making you this way?
Her eyes held the pressure, truth, and the fear
That’s when I knew someone else been sleeping here
She wouldn’t answer. She wouldn’t tell.
She knew if I found out it’d send me to hell
Yes sir.
Verse 2:
Back in April I was pulled over drunk
Had two keys stashed in the trunk
The deputy drug me out, held me on the ground
Put me in cuffs and we went downtown
They never called the dogs, never searched the car
A DUI was my only charge
When I posted bail, the Deputy said with a grin
Expect to be hearing from me again
Verse 3:
I remember one night back a couple weeks
The deputy patrolling, coming up my street
I pulled my 65 Ford into the drive
That’s when my Hannah flipped on the lights
She was acting real nervous, nerves worn thin
But I never thought about it again
Now I’m going out, hands clenched tight
Somebody’s gonna get it tonight
Verse 4:
I’ve got a hunting rifle, it’s a .308
And a 1911 hidden just in case
Got a belly full of cut-rate gin
I’m gonna find that deputy again
Now I’m going out, hands clenched tight
Somebody’s gonna get it tonight
Verse 5:
Left him by the roadside bleeding or dead
When they strap me to the gurney I can rest my head
They’ll roll me out, hands clenched
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6. |
Seven Alarm
04:27
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Verse 1:
Rubber, rubber on the boulevard
Passing for speed in a stranger’s car
Don’t tell, don’t tell. Lying’s a sin.
Hot nights in the city. Boy where you been?
One more, one more poured down the throat
Of a longneck, brake check from Ohio
Don’t touch, don’t touch. Just pass it by.
Just leave it alone and don’t ask why.
Pre-Chorus:
You can’t face it.
You just can’t face it.
Verse 2:
She calls, she calls with a panic switch.
Are you bloated and dead in a side street ditch?
You know, you know you’re a step away
From a no-name, x-ray from yesterday.
The smell, the smell, of an aroma – sweet
And the taste of another one on your teeth
She knows, she knows. God, she knows.
You can’t sink it down with a heavy stone.
Pre-Chorus 2:
You’ll have to face it.
You’ll have to face it.
Chorus:
And she needs you
Way down deep in her arms.
And she feels you
Just like a seven alarm
But you’re a little too self involved
A little too self involved
(Chorus x2)
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7. |
Memorial Day
07:14
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Verse 1:
I was 16 the night it all came down.
Just a truck driver’s son in a rural town.
I was bound to be a Junior when school came in the fall.
I remember the morning, the day we got the call.
Verse 2:
I sorta knew him from his sister down the street.
He’d stop by on weekends, off from the factory.
He couldn’t spell his name. No, he couldn’t read or write.
He never seemed too sharp, but he was level with his sights
Chorus:
Do you believe it’s written at birth?
If you push a man for what he is worth.
Don’t expect that he’ll take it on the chin.
Cause a broken man lets it sink beneath his skin
Verse 3:
He got popped on Easter with his second DUI.
Judge was light with the gavel, he swore it’s his last time.
The Deputy said he wasn’t fit to keep his home.
With a polished badge, holstered gun, all the blue and all the chrome
Verse 4:
We’d all heard rumors his wife’s secret affair
And a lawman shoving him around, though he wouldn’t ever share.
Their little daughter, well she didn’t quite have his eyes.
He kept his mouth shut. Kept his head down. Tried to keep in line.
(Chorus)
Verse 5:
I woke up in the morning right after Memorial Day
Helicopters in the air. State Troopers parked up the way
“Last night The Deputy was killed,” is what the newspaper wrote.
Culprit was found in a barn, still alive, with a rope around his throat.
Verse 6:
They declared him an outlaw. The last one in the state.
They all looked down on him. They spit his name with hate.
But even at 16, hell, I could see the cards in his hand.
He might’ve been bad. Probably had enough. No doubt a broken man.
Chorus 2:
I believe it’s written at birth
If you push a man for what he’s worth
Don’t expect that he’ll take it on the chin
Cause a broken man lets his sins bury him
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8. |
False Poet-Prophet
03:44
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Verse 1:
You got a blue denim jacket, and you’re bustin’ on the scene.
You got a blue denim jacket, and you’re comin’ on the scene.
Waltzin’ in the room like you own the place.
Spilling your guts all over my face.
I’m trying not to laugh.
But I’m running out of gas.
Verse 2:
You got a red bandana, and a pair of snakeskin boots.
You got a red bandana, and a pair of snakeskin boots.
Have you ever seen a rattler shakin’ out west?
It’s alright, but I think you missed the rest.
Of the points I made.
Trying to get laid
Don’t wanna be here anymore.
Help me find the door.
Bridge:
You’re too keyed up for a Thursday night.
Like a garage door spring – wound up tight.
The room starts to spin.
When you tell us again.
How you’re outside the law.
With the rest of you all.
Verse 3:
You’ve perfected the name drop in every soul-spilled line.
We’ve all heard the name drop in your bleeding heart lines.
We can stand here all day, but we know it’s true.
They wouldn’t give a damn about me, or them, or you.
Keep the lines blurred.
When you get hurt.
And when the heat comes down.
And you’re stuck inside this town.
A false poet-prophet
With a mess of wasted words
A mess of wasted words
A mess of wasted words.
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9. |
Even Steven
03:16
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Verse 1:
Waking up like a kick in the shins.
I’ve got a world of it. It just won’t quit.
Sometimes fun is having a smoke.
But it makes me choke. Like a dirty joke.
Verse 2:
Making out in the back of my car.
Left the bar and took me way too far.
Feel the sweat on the back of my neck.
Honey, what comes next? Lookin’ like a wreck.
Chorus:
You used to say things even out with time.
But my name’s not Steven, and I still ain’t got me mine.
Verse 3:
I used to know someone like you.
Do the things you do. It comes in twos.
I could cuss and get oh so mad.
Now I just feel sad. But it ain’t that bad.
Verse 4:
Quit breathing down my neck I swear.
I feel the air. See you standing there.
Kick and scream at the drop of a hat.
It don’t work like that. No, not like that.
(Chorus)
Verse 5:
I used to know someone like you.
Do the things you do. It comes in twos.
Quit breathing down my neck I swear.
I feel the air. See you standing there.
(Chorus)
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10. |
Drama Queen
03:22
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Verse 1:
Looking lovely
In the crowd
I’m feeling lonely
Watch me now
Verse 2:
Now I’m spinnin’
I do the strut
Like a villain
Now what?
Chorus:
It’s ok, honey, I’m alright
I just went out of style tonight
Drama queen, I’ve had enough
Talk is bold, and cheap is love
Verse 3:
Transistors
Leather jacket
Let’s twist, yeah
I can’t hack it
Verse 4:
Rejection
My biggest fear
Just a flexin’
Over here
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
Verse 4:
Looking lovely
Walking out
I’m feeling lonely
Watch me now
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11. |
Big Yellow Bat
03:26
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Verse 1:
Tie up your shoes
They’re lookin’ kinda loose
You’ll be trippin’ all over yourself
A mighty big gun
Are you having your fun?
Don’t you point it at no one else
Verse 2:
Floating to space
Can’t feel your face
You watched us all fade to black
Ain’t it a trip?
That you’re losing your grip?
As you tumbled and turned your back?
Chorus:
I can feel them looking right at me
I can’t let ‘em go and I just can’t let it be
Maybe, baby, I’ll come on out tonight
Just hold it down and keep it wrapped up tight
Verse 3:
Stacks on stacks
And a big yellow bat
Call your shot like The Babe
Lost the bet
And now you’re hanging around
We’re wishing that you hadn’t stayed
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
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12. |
Loud & Clear
04:31
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Sam Foster Winston Salem, North Carolina
Rock 'n Roll from Winston-Salem, NC.
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