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You get a gun, then I'll get a gun, welcome to America bitches
You can't outrun the gun, so maybe try to hide
'Cause no amount of blood can kill the happiness inside
When you get a gun, and I get a gun
Columbus knew that America was a land of impossible riches
That's why he got guns, then we got guns
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I’ve been stressed the fuck out drinking
It’s been fucking up my thinking
If I keep going the way I’m going to kill myself
I’ve been pushing it like I’ve got nothing to lose
And writing it off as good material for the blues
But if I keep this up I’m gonna need some help
Everybody’s got a fuckin opinion
Everybody thinks they know everything
I’ve been burning the days i’ve been raging through the nights
And blurring the line between wrong and right
And if I keep this up I’m gonna die
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I see the birds as they circle the sky
Higher than a mountain top
They’ve got what I need
I want what they’ve got
When it’s my turn yeah I’m getting high
And I hope that I will never drop
“But everything that is will end”
Yeah hey man thanks a lot
I think of birds and the circle of life
And how it all never stops
The day will come when I’m gone
And the day will come when I’m not
When it’s my turn and I’m losing my mind
And it’s time for me to reach the top
I’ll count the birds as I climb
Might look down but hey better not
Everything has to end
Until then let's see how far we can go
'Cause we won't know what it all means until we reach the other side
Everything that begins stops breathing
When this world takes its toll
We'll never know until we fly how high we can climb
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I love liquor, but liquor don’t love me
They say that if you love something then you should set it free
So I must say goodbye to my friends Jack and old Jim Beam
'Cause I love liquor, but liquor don’t love me
I’ve done fought half my friends and I've been arrested twice
I’ve woke up to swollen hands, busted knees and a few black eyes
It’s about time I take my sweet dad’s old advice
“Son us Cappses can’t drink liquor, you’ve got to realize”
'Cause
I have pissed in closets, in dressers, on the floor
I have gotten beaten down and come back for more
I even once stumbled into a brand new four door Ford
I don’t know what had the bigger dent, my pride or the door
I always try to hold it, but I should know my place
It’s a fight I’ve been trying to lose since the tenth grade
When me and Foot and Brody stayed out way too late
Drinking too much moonshine, the earth slapped me in my face
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It was a stroke of fucking genius
Letting you go
Nights I'd call home all alone
Letting you walk away
Every single day seemed the same
Letting you storm off
You blamed the alcohol but it was my fault
Loading up my truck
You wished my ass good luck but I gave no
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I think I’ll steal me a jon boat yeah that’s what I’m gonna do
Before I rip my heart out or I give it right back to you
I’ve been a little unstable For the last few months can’t you tell
if no news is good news then I guess we’ll assume all is well
Open up your phonebook, tear out the page with my name
Call another man on it ‘cause I won’t be back again
I’ve been working and eating and sleeping and living in between
You asked if we could be friends but I’m not sure what that would mean
I’ve been working and eating and sleeping and living and drinking in between
Gonna call a reporter and report my missing watch
That way when my time’s up you’ll know why it had to stop
It was 3am In Vegas last time I checked
The getaway car had the pump in the trunk when I wrecked
It was 2am in Atlanta when I found out that I wrecked
I had the pump in the trunk of the getaway car, what’d you expect?
Gonna make my mind up and build a fence in the rain
Grow another day wiser and lose more than I gain
You asked if we could be friends but I’m not sure what that could mean
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He spent the summer dancing and blazing in the sun
She spent the summer drinking and searching for some fun
But no one ever expected anything quite like this
He's on break from his school and can't wait to get back
Got big dreams, a degree, now you know that's a fact
She dropped out has no plans for her future at all
She moved out now she doubts if it was a good call
Summer love, summer love, won'tcha give me some?
Summer love won'tcha?
Friday night there's a party one of her girlfriends
Says there's a guy you've gotta meet and so it all begins
He wakes up all alone on the following day
Now he waits and he wishes she'd come back his way
Two worlds collide
Both hearts inside long for the same thing
But waiting and wishing never got anyone too far
He realized all of this as he got into his car
Now he's halfway across the state notebook in his hand
While he's walking to his class she's soon to find her man
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My hometown is a place I don't see much anymore
I guess it probably needs me as much as I need it
In my hometown I kind of feel a little insecure
I say hi to the girl at the store, but I don't think I know her anymore
'Cause my hometown exists somewhere between a memory
And the reality of what it's become
So I'm not sure if what I love is what it was
Or what it seems to be in a backroad moonlight memory
My hometown's a bottle of shine, or homemade wine
Whatever you might find inside your dad's cooler
Three best friends, a pickup truck, we give no fucks
But with a little luck we'll make it home tonight
'Cause my hometown's the kind of place you learn to drink and drive
Watching other guys make mistakes
An old dirt road, or so I'm told, can heal your soul
Or at least help you catch a buzz with the windows down and the radio up
'Cause my hometown's a smoky bar, beers by the car
Everyone knows who you are when you walk in
Falling down at 4am, then we rise again
Most honest men don't live this life of sin
'Cause my hometown is a facade: hands high to God
So it's kind of odd the way we treat each other
My dad says a cat has no eyes past midnight
But what happens in the dark always surely comes out in the light
I make my best songs when it's raining and I'm home
I don't get that chance very often
I just wanna write something honest, sincere and pure
I have trouble with that sometimes
'Cause my hometown's a backroad night, or morning light
Waking up inside of Bek's spare bedroom
Mother's hands, my dad's smile, when we talk awhile
He tells me how wild he was in younger days
It's a long backporch song at the break of dawn
Uncle Tim left the radio on an old country station
It's "hey man take me to the store, I need 24"
And finding something more along the way
It's a dream of a friend I haven't seen again
Since I left back then for Ohio
It's everyone I don't see when I'm visiting
It's all the times I couldn't stay awhile
It's everything I've ever loved and God above
It's me scrubbing my dad's tub when he asks
It's everything I've ever known; it's my home
It's everything I'm never getting back
Columbia I love ya I'm thinking of ya now
It will be night soon, I'm in my bedroom, yeah
If you'd like, you can stay the night, yeah
Those nights meant everything to me
All we really wanted was to be free
But everything just has to change
This year has knocked me on my back
'Til I fall or fail I'm not looking back
Everything stays the same
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Shawty
Left me holding here onto something
I can't handle
Oh no
This can't be real
'Cause if it was
I wouldn't be here begging for you to come back
Shawty you're a melody in my brain
(All over my brain)
Shawty
The way you move on the dancefloor
Makes me say
Oh no
You are unreal
'Cause when you move
No other girl can do it like you do
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She used to love me tender
She used to love me slow
She used to love me rich
She used to love me broke
But that’s all in the past now
‘Cause that was 10 beers ago
She used to hold my heart
She used to blow my mind
But she tore my world apart
When I crossed that line
But that’s all in the past now
‘Cause those were 10 beers back in time
Nowadays we just can’t see eye to eye
After so many beers have done gone by
I wanna be the man that she holds dear
But a lot has changed after 9 or 10 beers
She used to keep me warm
She used to keep me fed
She used to like that I was born
She didn’t used to want me dead
But that’s all in the past now
And those are 10 beers I regret
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I’ve been a dirty varmint and a no-good low-down man
I’ve been a wild varmint and a no-good low-down man
I said if anyone can help me then I bet that Jesus can
Jesus came to save me with his Bible and his gun in hand
Jesus came to save me, Constitution and gun in hand
But the Sheriff shot him he was afraid of an armed brown man
Out by the courthouse the Sheriff said he feared for his life
Down by the courthouse the Sheriff said he feared for his life
Grand jury can’t indict him 'cause the Sheriff doesn’t lie
(Yeah right)
Well I sure miss Jesus, his gun and his Bible too
I said I sure miss Jesus, six-shooter and Bible too
But if Jesus came to save you tell me what else could you do?
(Hard to say)
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When the ecstasy wore off she no longer cared for me
The cocaine on the counter, I should've let it be
But I am not the kind of man to turn down something free
Still the cocaine on the counter, I should've let it be
Well my head it spun and rung and I was wide awake
Although it was early and some might call it late
Now it won’t be the last night I see the break of day
Still the cocaine on the counter might should’ve been put away
Now I was telling lies, told her I was trying to be
Some kind of rap producer but that is not quite me
I was trying to play my hand at being young and wild and free
Still the cocaine on the counter never really felt like me
In the coming days we’ll see if what we had was real
I can hold out all my hope, but it’ll probably be revealed
That the only love affair that night that could last and ever will
Was between that cocaine on the counter and a sweet little ecstasy pill
Damn, yee-haw
When the Good Lord does come, I hope He will see
The man that I became that night has not always been me
And if He asks I’ll gladly say and mean it too probably
That the cocaine on the counter, I should've let it be
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I remember days
Busch in a center console
Easing down a back road
Put on a song that you know
And we’ll sing
Easing down a back road
I should probably go the hell home
There’s no one here that I know
Anyway
Crossing county lines on empty
We’ll check out the address you sent me
Living reckless and always tempting
Our fate
Too drunk and in my feelings
Didn’t do too much for healing
Never been too good at dealing
With my pain
I remember nights like diamonds
Comfort in the void like silence
All we were waiting for was the timing
And we sang
Dreaming of an open highway
I’ve got to do things my way
I'll fail but I’ll go down trying
It’s ok
Thinking that I might be too old
Man was seven years ago
Tell me what the hell did I know
At that age?
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released February 11, 2023
henry luther - guitar, harmonica, vocals
denrey christy - banjo
preston kornahrens - bass
tim hardwick - guitar
