At this level of touring, sometimes you know you have to drive 5 hours to play for twenty more people. But you never slow down.
This acoustic power trio plays the
catchiest most interesting and unique blend of rockcelticfunkbluegrassfolk that your ears will ever see
Lyrics
Well, I grew up in a little town
Out in the west where the sun goes down
The people there weren't free, ya know
They were chained to their lives by that damned old coal
I was a lonely boy but I can't complain
Cause god gave me family and he taught me to sing
The tenor part on a wooden pew
With my clip-on tie and my new Sunday shoe
Over there, over there
I bet that twenty more people wanna hear my song
Over there, over there
I bet that twenty more people wanna hear my song
As I grew up, I couldn't turn away
From the things in my heart that I had to say
About the common who don't complain
About a sixty hour week in the driving rain
I got a singing job in a local bar
But I knew that gig wouldn't get me far
So I moved away feeling mighty strong
Cause twenty more people wanna hear my song
Over there, over there
I bet that twenty more people wanna hear my song
Over there, over there
I bet that twenty more people wanna hear my song
Well, now I ride all day and sleep all night
If I'm down before the dawn, it just don't seem right
People wake up cold cause I got to go
Cause twenty more people at another damn show
Over there, over there
I bet that twenty more people wanna hear my song
Over there, over there
I bet that twenty more people wanna hear my song
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