LYRICAL LYRICISM

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

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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

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*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

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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

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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

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*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

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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

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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

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*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

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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’

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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

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*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

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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

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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

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*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

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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

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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

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*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

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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

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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

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*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

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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

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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

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*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

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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

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*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction

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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

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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

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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

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*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

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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

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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

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*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction

He came to the states from near Dublin way

Way back in the '60s -- way back in the day

No matter black or white or somewhere in between

Didn’t really matter -- he cared 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

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Somewhere between Jefferson and now compromise became a dirty word

Maybe it’s because that separation of church and state doesn’t seem so separate anymore

Or maybe it’s just that everything today seems like it has a price tag on it

But if we don’t learn how to meet in the middle we ain’t gonna have a world no more

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*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

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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

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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

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*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

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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

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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

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*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
 

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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
 

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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
 

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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

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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

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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

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*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

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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

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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

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*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

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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

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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

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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 

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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

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*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

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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

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*Lyrics + composition: Aaron Perlut / Copyright Atomic Junction

"Screw You We’re from Texas" — that’s a Ray Wylie Hubbard song 

It’s an ironic story ‘bout the Lone Star State and he wasn’t real wrong 

Here in the Midwest we got a different reputation with people from out east and west

All they know about is their coastal living but damn if they ain’t missing the rest

Well I was thinking about the old US of A

Right here in the middle where we don’t play

Yeah, that’s heartland—yeah the Midwest

And you might miss it going east or west

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

(interlude)

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