Growing up in Virginia we had enough to eat
Roof over our head and shoes on our feet
Mama she was gone about each day and night
Didn’t know how to be a mother, didn’t want to be a wife
Always felt something missing, that balance that I needed
Looked in all the wrong places as I tried to feed it
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Can’t see‘em outside, they lie under the skin
Sometimes they’re thick and sometimes they’re thin
Nurture or nature, we all get the marks
But the ones that hurt most are the scars from the start
From Richmond down to Raleigh, from Saint Pete to St. Lou
Didn’t have a whole lot but at least I’d found you
All the while I was melting, wasting away my soul
Drinking too much whiskey and diggin' a deeper hole
But you stood by my side helping me learn to love
Making sacrifices and doing more than enough
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Wasn’t ‘til near 50 that I finally figured it out
Overcome the loneliness that drove all my doubt
The pain of my past that’d been aching to escape
Reflection helped release me albeit far too late
With your love and support I got my feet on the ground
And the scars from the start, started thinning on down
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*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
Robert Johnson was down at the Crossroads
In the Mississippi Delta where he sold his soul
Ever since any player whose worth his salt
Is down with the devil but it ain’t their fault
Charlie Daniels, Chris Knight, all the way to Son Volt
Kid Rock, Springsteen, JJ Grey & Mofro
Waylon sung ‘bout the Devil’s right hand
And when he's not eating bats Ozzy’s still a fan
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If you’re down with the devil you can swing that axe
That’s just how it goes. It’s a matter of fact
Hank was whiskey-bent and damn-sure hell-bound
So if you want to shred you’ll play the devil’s sound
AC/DC took that highway to hell
Paycheck and Willie, Otis Rush as well
A friend of the devil was the Grateful Dead
Pray him back to hell that Lucinda said
The Rolling Stones, well, they could sympathize
While INXS had that devil inside
Halen ran with the devil back in ‘78
Rumor has it Stevie Nicks even took him on a date
(CHORUS)
Had a good conversation with Ray Wylie Hubbard
Even stole him Greg Allman’s woman one time
If you’re not down, well then you must be stubborn
‘Cause if you shred with the Devil you’ll be playing so fine
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut and Adam Hoskins / Copyright Atomic Junction
The year was 1967 and I wasn’t born quite yet
Miss Loretta Lynn was singing songs, it was her first hit
Called “Don't Come Home A-Drinkin’ With Lovin' on Your Mind”
All the way to number one, a hit for quite some time
Was about an angry wife who’s fed up with her man
Comes home horny night pretty well shit-canned
Growing up I heard that song at least 1,000 times
But never learned the lesson which sure pissed off my wife
(CHORUS)
Miss Loretta said no drinking and coming home for sex
But that’s just what I did and now she is my ex
Spent my share of evenings with Jim Beam and cheap wine
And now she is my ex but I’m just doing fine
We met in 1993 in a Richmond bar
She shoulda had a clue 'cause that night I went too far
Couple shots of whiskey and maybe 10 cold Buds
Finally she just left me drinking all them suds
Stumbled to my truck then somehow found her place
Banged on her front door / until she was awake
She opened up and I crawled on in looking for a piece
The first of nearly every night until she divorced me
(CHORUS)
He likes it all the same—liquor, wine or beer
And after work, he hits the bar and then he tries to come here
Allegedly he gathers, after a drinking fix
Lately I’d just rather, he don’t show up for sex
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
Down in central Missouri along Interstate 44
Been driving for hours and my body's feeling pretty sore
Spot a couple of churches, but ain’t talking about the chicken kind
But I need to eat and to drink some whiskey or wine
I sure love me the ladies and deeply respect their arts
I like to roll a few frames 'cause throwing strikes really ain’t that hard
I think I found just the place, a giant 50-foot cross near the street
Hungry, horny and thirsty, seems to have everything I need
(CHORUS)
The good lord’s word, pretty girls and pins
I go to repent then rediscover my sins
A renaissance man, I fill my days
With churches, strip clubs and bowling lanes
Methodist and First Baptist, a small Lutheran church as well
Gotta speak to the lord before headin’ right straight to hell
Walk inside those hallowed halls, read me a couple of psalms
Then ten minutes later it’s time for me to move on
I head right next door and hit up the Pleasure Den
Grab a quick lap-dance from a leathery old red head
Who the hell knew down here that I’d find these places to play
The lord indeed he works in such mysterious ways
(CHORUS)
I’ll never go wrong reading the holy book
Stay right with my maker, yeah I’m staying so good
After cleansing the palette of my soul
I visit the ladies who ride the poles
Then walk down the road a quarter-mile or so
For whiskey, hot dogs and to get on my bowl
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
Head to the lake for a couple of days
See trailers and dogs with just three legs
Lots of folks just walkin’ on by
Drinking 40s and all hazy-eyed
Handicap scooters riding around
They’re shooting guns and screaming and shoutin’
Stumbling around in their sleeveless shirts
Wonder if they gonna go to work
(CHORUS)
At the Ozark Lake we howl at the moon
Burn our trash in the heat of June
Front lawns covered in beat up cars
Just dirt roads, meth and graveyards
Yards look like a lost and found
Hazmat suits lying on the ground
A couple of kids outdoors in a crib
Smoking cigarettes and drinking Mr. Pibb
Spot the lake, want to take a swim
Might get E. coli if I jump in
Not sure we make it out alive
Maybe we should’ve kept on drivin’
(CHORUS)
Moonlit night on the edge of the lake
Coyotes howl while we get baked
Sitting on a pile of tires
Mattress cracklin’ in the fire
Hear a siren and a few gunshots
Maybe time to leave or maybe not
Either way it’s sure been fine
At Lake of the Ozarks one more time
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics and composition by Aaron Perlut and Joe Tierney / Copyright Atomic Junction
Playing a show down in New Orleans
Walk in a bar, think it’s on Magazine
A dusty old joint, Le Bon Temps Roulet
Pool table in front, think I hear a band playin’
I walk on back want to hear their sound
But don’t much like what I found
Flock of Seagulls, synth-driven shit
The worst of the 80s, the Cure and the Smiths
Really don’t care about your techno or pop
Aint drinking no White Claw or no $20 Scotch
Like a warm whiskey or a cold High Life
But my three Ws is really what I like
(CHORUS)
Just gimme Waylon, a good woman and cheap wine
Just gimme Waylon, a good woman and cheap wine
In Chicago one night need a drink and some tunes
Maybe I’ll find a pretty girl or two
Land at Joe’s, it’s a country spot
But a bullshit band's just trying to rip-off
Those painful sounds of Florida Georgia Line
Folks drinking martinis, not my kind of time
Ask the band to play some David Allan Coe
Tell me country rap is really all they know
Really don’t care about your country rap
Aint drinkin’ martinis or any fruity crap
Like a warm whiskey or a cold High Life
But my three Ws is really what I like
(CHORUS)
Driving down the Alabama coastline
I spot FloraBama and see a good sign
A pretty girl, hopping out of her truck
She heads inside with a couple of buds
Follow her in and what do I find
She’s sitting at the bar drinking three dollar wine
Band’s playing ‘Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way'
Think I found my bar, pretty sure I’ll stay
Like a redneck woman and an outlaw sound
Down in ‘Bama, that’s where I found
Like a warm whiskey or a cold High Life
But my three Ws is really what I like
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
Was ’56, Chicago in the summertime
No wind blowing, pavement hot, damn near frying
Cubs in 8th and Wrigley just aint no fun
Kinda restless, feeling like we’re half-past done
(CHORUS)
Hop in that old black Mercury
Down 50 'cause there aint no interstate
Searching for our first time
Think we might just test our fate
Word is that there’s quite a few
Might be 18
Houses of ill repute
Down there in Kankakee
In the Windy City heard about old Nell Clark
A madam who the cops well they made go dark
She was just ahead of a business trend
Called the crowning evil serving railroad men
(CHORUS)
Gathered my boys Marty, Burt and me.
Hopped in my black Ford Mercury
Drove into the night, yeah it took two hours
Saw the tracks and the fields of wildflowers
Hope to fulfill a young boy’s dream
Got just what we wanted down in Kankakee
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
Overcast day in Dwight, Illinois, you could miss it in the blink of an eye
At the Old Route 66 Family diner, not far from the Tractor Supply
Gypsy Skillet and a cup of joe when some old ragged boys roll in
After all night at the VFW smellin’ like cheap beer and gin
(CHORUS)
They were dressed like 1950
Just like David Allan Coe sang
In his story ‘bout Hank Williams
In that Ohio prison twang
Cotton jackets down to their wastelines
Shirts tucked in pleated pants
Yeah they dressed just like my daddy
Bet they served in Vietnam
I paid my tab, walked towards the door and one of ‘em nodded at me
Said boy how about you join us, come here and take a seat
Clear you ain’t from around these parts, what brings you in to Dwight
I said my daddy grew up in this town, think he served with you alright
(CHORUS)
We sure remember your daddy, he served in our platoon
Saved each and every one of our lives, it was ‘69 in June
He lost his life that fateful day and that might make you sad
But you should be so proud of him / He was one brave dad
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
Brother Dave tried his hand at being a college boy
It wasn’t right for him, a Marine he would deploy
Uncle Sam sent him to Iraq to defend the oil supply
Was a pinpoint marksman, took orders and didn’t ask why
As you’d expect back stateside his family just wanted him home
And in the spring of 1990 they picked him up at Quantico
(CHORUS)
Brother Dave did his duty, willing to give his life
Brother Dave sacrificed and he served with pride
Brother Dave came back home and made himself a life
But Brother Dave still must live with the scars he hides inside
Trying to find his way gave one more shot a school
Still not really his thing but not because he was a fool
Went and became a cop, a sniper among the best
Got a Medal of Honor and stood above the rest
Met a real good woman but the marriage didn’t last
Still they raised two fine young boys, man they grew up fast
(CHORUS)
Getting older and spending more time sitting at the desk
After nearly 30 years putting his life at risk
But he don’t need, no he don’t want awards that they gave
He’ll gladly take a simple smile, that's enough for Brother Dave
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
Pontoon boat on Old Hickory Lake
Drinking beer and grilling some steaks
Crankin’ tunes and a boat gets near
A few hot girls so I offer’em beers
Blonde in a two piece, she sees my pipes
Wants a piece, yeah she thinks I’m fine
(CHORUS)
Amendment 2 the right to bare arms
If you want’em don’t go too far
Attention ladies all you need to know
Is that you’re welcome to the gun show
Sitting at church one Sunday afternoon
Choir’s humming just a bit outta tune
Sippin’ whiskey and swiping my cell
Preacher man says we’re all going to hell
Red head nearby, Lord help me please
I hope she sees my cut off sleeves
(CHORUS)
Be sure to keep those pythons bare
It don’t really matter where
There's no bad time to turn‘em loose
First dates, weddings, even job interviews
Sleeves are just so out of style
And biceps sure do bring a smile
To the face of all who’re near
And in your enemies they strike fear
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
(CHORUS)
The Devil drives a Prius
I swear on momma’s grave
Drives like an old lady
Saw him just the other day
The Devil drives a Prius
Drives just way too slow
Stopping up the traffic
Going ‘bout 10 below
It was a sunny afternoon driving Highway 64
Speed limit was 70 got my pedal to the floor
Up ahead in the left lane going about 55
A bright red Prius about to ruin my ride
(CHORUS)
I pulled up on his bumper but couldn’t see inside
I wanted to get around him, I just kept on trying
No matter how close I got he wouldn’t budge an inch
Tried to pass but a southbound convoy had me in a pinch
(CHORUS)
I was laying on my horn calling him a dumb bitch
When I finally pulled beside him, damn I was pissed
Raised my finger out the window to show that bastard up
But he just kept on driving ignoring my angry buzz
Finally he looked over but must’ve changed his shape
From a fiery-reddish monster to a 90-pound old lady
As I passed I could hear a dark voice it hissed
He said I’ll see you soon my son, your soul’s on my list
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics and composition by Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
Clearwater beach, Frenchie’s down the way
Drinking beers one hot July day
With my boys but really need me some
Gonna head down south so I can get some love
I hop on in my truck, gonna drive real slow
Gulf Boulevard, way down that road
Indian Rocks and Redington Beach
Treasure Island, to the bar at Caddy’s
(CHORUS)
I need me a St. Pete girl, with her dried-out bronze
Faded pirate tattoo, she used to strip at Mons
Wearing skin tight Daisy Dukes with her bleached blonde hair
I need me a St. Pete girl, the kind that just don’t care
I walk on in belly up to the bar
Next to a gal smoking a cheap cigar
Grab a Busch, walk on out to the beach
Spot my St. Pete gal, sure she’s within reach
Got a tramp stamp a couple of kids
Drinkin’ Old Milwaukee, smokin’ Marlboro reds
Throw her a look, she smiles back at me
And I don't really mind that she's missing some teeth
(CHORUS)
I betcha back in her day she looked like a million bucks
But after all that tanning and smoking all them butts
Tire’s lost some tread but that’s ok by me
My St. Pete girl still gets me and never stops the party
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
He came to the states from near Dublin way
Way back in the 60s back in the day
No matter black or white or somewhere in between
Didn’t really care, mattered what you’d mean
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Come from the left or from the right
He’d take it in and make up his mind
Wasn’t blindly backing any party play
He’s stuck in the middle and that’s just okay
Always looked to find some middle ground
Saw the west start burning and ice melting down
Wanted to move past calling names
‘Cause where things are headed felt a little insane
(CHORUS)
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore – send these.
The homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door – can’t you see?
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics and Composition by Aaron Perlut and Denny Blackwell / Copyright Atomic Junction
I used to see her in the bar looking at her from afar
Wondering if she had man, her hair was blonde and her skin was tan
Thought she was pretty as could be, most beautiful thing I ever did see
Introduced by my good friend told her we’d be together ‘til the end
(CHORUS)
Well please forgive me but I must say
I’m gonna love you for all my days
It was love, baby at first sight
I cross my heart and I hope you’re mine
You’re the best thing ever happened to me
Hope we raise a happy family
It was love, baby at first sight
I cross my heart and I hope you’re mine
We married back in ’99 down in Richmond where we lived for a time
We were young, not even 30 yet, just building lives and looking ahead
Searchin’ for jobs we’ve moved around, meeting new folks all across the south
Had 3 kids, worked to raise’em right, surely hoping they would turn out fine
(CHORUS)
We’re older now and the kids ‘bout gone
Just you and me, our love still strong
You still have the keys to my heart
In your hands, the world still ours
It's not all roses but a life well-lived
But without question, I would give
Anything to do it over again
Together with you, my best friend
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
In ’63 his brother’s bar was dying in the wind
Momma asked big Duane if he’d step in
The mob it had hooks in everything
And it was no exception when the phone would ring
It could be Whitey, Tony Paul or Chalky Red
Don’t pay up and you might end up dead
Then Jerry Lee came to town with Great Balls of Fire
The Peppermint Club the home of rock in Ohio
(CHORUS)
Just a bar in Toledo—way back in the day
Slinging whiskey and beer ‘til the Killer played
After that a Whole Lotta Shakin’ went on
Then came Lucille and a Country Palace was born
Now Duane he became a big man all over town
Playing golf with thugs and running ‘round
While his wife and kids they were home all alone
Never knew if he was ‘round or he was gone
Like a gambler on a hot streak he wanted wins
Even when Mary’s patience it ran thin
But the bar it called and Duane couldn’t walk away
He was living life the La Cosa Nostra way
(CHORUS)
Now Bynum and Bowling—one night they stumbled in
And they wrote Lucille while sippin’ on cheap gin
For Kenny the Gambler and next thing you know
The Country Palace was the Midwest home
For Mel Tillis, Dottie West and Waylon too
Charlie Pride, Loretta and others we knew
They came to Ohio to play their tunes
The mob and country music—who the hell knew
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
We were tight as could be
Close buds just you and me
Then one night at the bar drinking Jack
I saw you kissing on my wife in the back
She and I said I do
In New Orleans back in ’92
Now you’re leaving with her on your arm
Gonna knock boots in your broken-ass car
(CHORUS)
My life’s a bitch, it’s plain to see
My girl she just ditched my ass it aint no mystery
My life’s a bitc, it’s plain to see
Gonna give it my best shot, drown myself in cheap whiskey
At my place one Saturday night
Drinking beer, Miller High Life
Moving truck pulls up next door
It's you and my ex, drop my beer on the floor
Seems you got a couple steals
First my wife ,now the trailer, not ideal
I guess you’re not going to go away
Be seeing you every goddamned day
(CHORUS)
My life’s a bitch, it’s plain to see.
My ex just moved next door, now I'm in misery
My life’s a bitch, it’s plain to see
Gonna give it my best shot, drown myself in cheap whiskey
Ten years and 3 kids ago.
While I’m still sitting here all alone
You’re still happily banging my ex
And now I gotta I hear it every time you have sex
Your kids are running all around
Breaking shit and throwing bikes on the ground
There’s just gotta be a way
That I can get out, get out of this place
(CHORUS)
My life’s a bitch, t’s plain to see
Gotta find some way out, escape this misery
My life’s a bitch, it’s plain to see
Gonna give it my best shot, drown myself in cheap whiskey
*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
Tuesday afternoon in the 9th grade
Jenny’s on his mind thinking ‘bout getting laid
Hormones pumping teacher calls his name
Says walk up here Junior I ain’t playing no games
So he stands up tall just trying to be a man
Untucks his shirt over the top of his pants
But make no mistake it was all right there
Busting on out everybody stared
(CHORUS)
When Mother Nature gives him a stiff surprise
Junior 'members that look in his daddy’s eyes
Who said son be sure you are not deterred
And just remember these important words
Whoa oh oh oh, Don’t hide it Junior
Ten years later working at Mickey D’s.
He's standing on the corner dressed as Mayor McCheese
Sees his best friend’s mom and can’t recall her name
But she’s quite the MILF all the same
She walks by him, Junior smells her perfume
Just then he feels his hormones swoon
Tap on his shoulder and the bossman sees
Those pants a bit tight Mr. Mayor McCheese
(CHORUS)
It happens in school, library and church
Even when you’re with your boss at work
Sitting across the table from a hot date
Blood vessels pumpin’, nearing a rigid state
Excitement builds getting firm and engorged
Next thing you know you go from flaccid to large
Might blow your top so just let it be
And be proud of your package just let it fly free
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics and Composition by Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
Just trying to write a song
It’s not too short and not too long
For the bars when we don’t want to think
Makes you want to get on your drink
We know the words and sing’em loud
Take our arms and put’em around
Our drinking buddies to the left and right
As we raise up our glasses all through the night
(CHORUS)
Just a honky tonk drinkin' song
It’s not too short and it ain’t too long
We sing it with our drinkin’ shoes on
We sing it loud and we sing it strong
It’s a song that everybody knows
In the bar where everybody goes
We sing it with our drinkin’ shoes on
It’s our honky tonk drinkin' song
We’ve been drinking cold beer all day
And now it’s starting to get real late
Let’s find Jim — yeah Mr. Beam
And take our shots if you know what I mean
Smelling like a horny pack of skunks
That’s how we roll when we get drunk
Gonna hurt when we get up
In the morning but that’s part of the fun
(CHORUS)
The end is here, yeah it’s closing time
The lights go on and we’re feeling fine
We ain’t finished, no we’re far from done
‘Cause I got plenty more ice cold Buds
In the cooler in the back of my car
Right outside – don’t have to go to far
A few more rounds in the parking lot
A capella now hold up your shot
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics and Composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
Down in Theodosia stopped in on a friend
Just shooting the breeze when I spotted a gem
A blue ball cap with a rope across the brim
White letters on the front and a name that was written
It read Gene Rogers so I asked who was that
Said he was an old friend and that he had passed
She knew I wanted the hat, said it sits on my shelf
But I needed his story before I took it for myself
(CHORUS)
Well that was Gene the Auctioneer
A kind-old soul who lived around here
He’s gone now but would like to know
Someone wears his hat so please take it home
Born in Protem, Missouri back in 1949
A good Christian man who sang gospel oh so fine
How he loved to hunt and on his farm he loved to work
How he cherished his kids, yeah that was for sure
(CHORUS)
Well that was Gene the Auctioneer
A kind-old soul who lived around here
He’s gone now but would like to know
Someone wears his hat so please take it home
Still needed more so I stopped in Protem
There’s a general store from way back when
It’s a shop, a deli, a post office too
And when a fire burns yeah they know what to do
Said Gene was kind, liked his cowboy hat
Always had a smile and liked to chat
He lost his boy Kevin and was buried near him
And how he really loved all his grandchildren
(CHORUS)
Well that was Gene the Auctioneer
A kind-old soul who lived around here
He’s gone now and that was that
Remember there’s a man behind every hat
*Lyrics and Composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
Rolled into town, Johnny seemed real nice
We struck up a friendship yeah he sure was kind
To me and my lady and our kids too
We’d go out drinking, became part-of-my crew
As often happens he’d tell me about his life
I had my questions but never did ask why
An entrepreneur who said he knew big tech
Like old Al Gore invented internet
(CHORUS)
Just wanted a friend to share an ice-cold beer
Shoot the shit but don’t need to hear
Things you say happened but maybe they didn’t
Wish you’d tell like it is but you tell it like it isn’t
Beer by the fire just shootin’ the shit
He’s talking about work with some at-risk kids
Then he turns and looks right at my buddy Pete
Who’s just the nicest guy you’d ever want to meet
But Johnny tells Pete that he aint so bright
Not just busting balls, man it just aint real nice
Then talks ‘bout his work for Uncle Sam
How he’s saving lives, such a virtuous man
(CHORUS)
Down deep down inside Johnny had some good
Saw it myself, saw it when he would
Forget his anger and forget his fears
Realize he’s good enough for folks to want him near
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
Born in St. Louis, daddy moved her to Stamps
Then she was left in her Grandma’s hands
But dad brought her back to live with mom
And not much later something went wrong
(CHORUS)
A covenant broke that never should
A girl goes silent because she could
Like the toll of a bell when it finally rings
At once she’s silent—a caged bird sings
Her innocence lost, couldn’t be returned
Word got out, Freeman was interned
But just for a day, an unconscionable wrong
Got his street justice, didn’t live very long
(CHORUS)
*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
My songwriting hero is Ray Wylie Hubbard
He’s a genius but I imagine a whole lotta trouble
So in the spirt of one of his fine songs
“Screw You We’re from Texas”—he wasn’t wrong
I was thinking about the old US of A
Here in the middle where we don’t play
Yeah, that’s heartland—the Midwest
And you might miss it going east or west
(CHORUS)
It’s where we grow your corn and build your cars
And if you like fishin’ don’t to go too far
From the plains of Kansas to the River Miss….
Well to hell with you––you can Fly Over This
Judge a book by its cover and it just might hide
A real good life you just don’t see outside
Kind-hearted folks and a real good life
Baseball and beer, yeah we got it right
(CHORUS)
It’s where we grow your corn and build your cars
And if you like rock'n'roll don’t to go too far
Omaha—it’s not to miss
Well to hell with you––you can Fly Over This
We gave you Disney, Truman and old Mark Twain
Bud and Chuck Berry if it’s all the same
Bass Pro’s from here and so is that steak
That porterhouse sitting on your plate
(CHORUS)
It’s where we grow your corn and build your cars
And if you like football don’t to go too far
It’s red dirt country and BBQ bliss
Well to hell with you––you can Fly Over This
*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut and Eddie Halsey / Copyright Atomic Junction
It ain’t even worth discussing—it’s just a matter of fact
We all know Hank Williams put outlaws on the map
But he died in ’53 and that’s a long time ago
Seems it’s time to find another outlaw hero
(CHORUS)
Waylon Jennings and old Marty Stuart
Johnny Cash and even Ry Cooder
Yeah, it’s alright to find a new muse
It’s time to give some others their rightful due
It’s a rite of passage—you learn a Hank Sr. song
And play ‘em to a crowd while they all sing along
Yeah, it’s all good to go and just tip your cap
But writing songs ‘bout Hank—ain’t that about old hat
(CHORUS)
Steve Earle and old Marty Stuart
Johnny Cash and even Ry Cooder
Yeah, it’s alright to find a new muse
Time to give some others their rightful due
Well the list goes on – old school to new studs
Some of the greats and some of the duds
There’s an old saying – you practice what you preach
But leaving heroes behind, well that’s quite a breach
Guess it ain’t bad to always wanna sing
About old Hank Williams — still the outlaw king
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Guy Clark and old Marty Stuart
Johnny Cash and even Ry Cooder
Yeah it’s alright to find a new muse
But don’t forget ‘bout Hank and his “Lovesick Blues”
*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
Flipping through my Tinder app
Maybe I’ll find my mate
Just need a little something
Not any kind of date
Think I found my girl
Tramp stamp and hair in a bun
Might just swipe right now
If she smokes she’s my one
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If she smokes she stokes That fire deep down inside
Cigarette dangling from her lips, I gotta make her mine
If she smokes she stokes, puffing them rings real wide
It’s a scientific fact I’m gonna make her mine
Sitting in the bar
Miller High Life tonight
See her puffin’ on a Camel
Might just make her my wife
Walk right up to her
She’s standing a cloud of smoke
I say pardon me pretty lady
What you’re doing to me ain’t no joke
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At the roller rink she’s sitting by locker number 9
Virginia Slim 100 in her mouth, damn she looks so fine
Light it up and put it in your mouth, pull a tasty toke
That sends a clear message that my fire’s getting’ stoked
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*Lyrics and Composition by Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
I remember way back when I was maybe ‘bout 18
Hanging out in the local bars and doing my share of drinking
Now that’s ok for a single man but once I said I do
I should of slowed me down a bit but I just powered through
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I used to drink like a sailor
And sadly I would fail her
Yinz can do what yinz can do
But finally learned my lesson too
Had kids in 2003 when I was ‘bout 32
Think I’d be ready to settle down but I was far from through
Acting like I was still in my 20s hitting them corner bars
Needed to be all grown up but I was still too far
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Just ‘cause I cleaned up / don’t mean that I expect
All my boys to follow me and quit getting all wrecked
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*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction
Winter ‘66 getting ready to go
Out in the desert recording a show
Wanted to leave a greeting way out in space
Saw two Navajos standing not far away
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We’re getting ready to fly to the moon
And send a greeting from earth real soon
Mr. Navajo won’t you lend a hand
For the sake of every woman and man
Astronauts said won’t you please help us
And record a message that you can trust
We’ll take it to space with your good word
So the Navajo broke from tending his herd
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He spoke native tongue but wouldn’t explain
Just the man's son knew what he was sayin’
Once Apollo 11 went to the moon
The man's son told ‘em the honest truth
My daddy said be careful what you do
‘Cause white folk they don’t tell the truth
There ain’t no doubt about them men
I promise they'll steal all your land
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*Lyrics + composition by Aaron Perlut and Clay Mudd / Copyright Atomic Junction
Remember back in Richmond where we met in that bar
Then picked up and moved to FLA
We couldn’t stand the living, couldn’t speak the language
So after a while we went on our way
Moved on to New Orleans—Le bon temps roulet
But I was still too restless and struggling to find my way
Took a break for half a year, I spent time in New York
Then met up back in Richmond after time up north
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City after city
We always found what’s true
The faces all around us change
But there was always you
Spent some time in Raleigh, really wasn’t our speed
Then returned to FLA—this time in St. Pete
Had kids and seemed like time for the next step
So we went to St. Louis to try out the Midwest
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*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut and Denny Blackwell / Copyright Atomic Junction
You grew up sucking on a silver spoon
Daddy swore he’d take you to the moon
Had a nanny and a personal chef
Private tutors and all the rest
Took cotillion, learn to waltz and eat
So you know how to slice your meat
Vineyard Vines every day to school
Afternoons in the backyard pool
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Beemer when you turned 16
Only khakis and no blue jeans
A spoiled prick and healthy trust fund
A member of the Lucky Sperm Club
Go to Harvard with a 2.9
'Cause daddy gave’m million and five
Didn’t work or study any way
Snorting coke, playing squash all day
Weekend trips on that private jet
Didn't know a damn thing 'bout debt
Graduation walked across that stage
And into the C-suite where you’re getting paid
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You used to smack your nanny on the ass
When she drove you to private school class
Got whatever you wanted all your life
Even landed you that hot ass wife
You’re just about impossible to love
A member of the Lucky Sperm Club
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*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction