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Hank's miscellaneous styles include such diverse groups asThe Lonesome Prairie Playboys, Red Willow Band, R&B Supply, The Shades, and Sherman & the Waybacks.
Hank's been around, soaking up miscellaneous styles with such diverse groups asThe Lonesome Prairie Playboys, Red Willow Band, R&B Supply, The Shades, and Sherman & the Waybacks. With a catalog of over 400 songs, Hank's had a hand in albums since 1976.-- Ben Ohmart - Assistant Editor www.MusicDish.com. When he's not touring, Hank lives and writes music from his base in Sturgis, South Dakota. Hank also directs his creative talent to photography, mixed media, and the martial arts.
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
#19,827 today Peak #164
#4,368 in subgenre Peak #20
Author
HANK HARRIS
Rights
2002 Whistle Pig Music; Sunbunny Records
Uploaded
September 19, 2002
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MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
The light bulb up above my head it finally engaged. Now I can see your glass is halfway empty. How could I miss that loser tattoo stamped upon your arm? I guess I had my blinders on, that should have been a fire alarm. Now I can see your lies, see right through your alibis. Now my groove is back in whack. My duck has found his quack, I finally had a smart attack. Your 15 minutes is over. your credit card has just expired; your limousine has blown a tire. Your 15 minutes is over, over and out, over and out. That shallow little gene pool that you used to call your own. It beckons and it calls you by your name. The little hand is ticking and the big one will not stop. Every second off the clock reminds me that your time is up. Now I can see your lies, see right through your alibis. Grab your toothbrush, pack your crap. I'll take a little walk; you'd best be gone when I get back. Your 15 minutes is over. Your credit card has just expired; your limousine has blown a tire. Your 15 minutes is over. Over and...out there in the night you'll find, a place to call your own. Down there by the tracks you'll find your gravy train is gone. I wake up in the morning and my head it doesn't hurt. There's not a week of dishes in the sink. The footprints on your ceiling and the rug burns they are gone. It's peaceful and that idiotic TV isn't on. Your 15 minutes is over Your tax return is overdue; your little song is out of tune. Your 15 minutes is over, over and out yeah, yeah
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