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Hard Times
04:37
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When you're done with that bread
Twist it back up and put it where it was
I'm the only one
Living in this house anymore
If you get the chance, don't forget
If you get a cup of coffee
You might have to warm it up
I only make one pot until it runs out
If you get the chance, don't forget
That hard times don't last, hard men do
Don't cry no tears around me in here
I've cried enough for all of us all
It got me nowhere
If you get the chance, don't forget
That hard times don't last, hard men do
If you want to talk of the good times I'm down
But, if you want to bring me some bullshit
About what she's doing right now
Hold it back
If you get the chance, don't forget
That hard times don't last, hard men do
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Tupelo
03:16
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Tupelo, he went last week
He said he had business in Mississippi
He kept his bags in a briefcase in the back of his old car
A Lincoln from his Pa
He turned his back the day she left him
He drove down 55 through the humid night
And by a roadside he met the man
Everything seemed the way it always was
And then a flash bang the Lincoln's back on the road
The new driver inched the seat back
With bloody shoes he pushed the gas down
About an hour out of Memphis
The business came and went as he did
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Homegrown Legend
02:59
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Always had the best homegrown
Grew it out on County Road 886
We'd sit and talk and listen to Neil Young
In the middle of a corn field
Was the crop that kept them alive
Wasn't controlled by a banker
On Wall Street trying to make a dime
They kept the county stoned as hell
In 77' ooh that smell
A stranglehold on the county drug trade
But, all good things must come to an end
Barns full of old combines and old tractors
Thirty year old beer cans line the walls of the shed
And George Straight plays on an old radio on a bench
They didn't own enough land to compete with the corporations
So they started growing more green
The county got eyes in the sky in 93'
A Firebird with T-tops burned down the blacktop
They found him upside down still listening to ZZ Top
Red and blue lights shining on the trees
He learned a hard lesson, but he never gave up growing weed
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He hit gravel just outside of town
I mean, I'd heard that old boy'd been down
Siren lights reflecting on the trees
He was firing a gun scaring the hell out of me
He got his truck and left in the hate
Two miles of cold asphalt stood in his way
A fifth of Old Crow, a bible, & a pistol
Keeping company as the law closes in
And surrounds him
The sweat was pouring off his face
The thought of her with another man had put him in a rage
Four minutes after eleven o'clock on the clock on the wall
He took a guzzle out of the bottle of Old Crow
He opened the bible up three quarters through
Alone with a pistol he read his thoughts
A fifth of Old Crow, a bible, & a pistol
Keeping company as the closes in
And surrounds him
He left the door unlocked
There wasn't much left to keep secret
The note she wrote him still stuck on the fridge
It said "Love, you're the only one I want."
A fifth of Old Crow, a bible, & a pistol
Keeping company as the law closes in
And surrounds him
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5. |
Going Nowhere Fast
04:06
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We run a million miles an hour
In a hurry to go nowhere
As sweet as your love I'll wait here
For you to find someone else
And you just go and go so fast
You never could make a good thing last
We're going nowhere fast
You can't ever make up your mind
To say what you really think
You say you don't want to hurt me
I think you just like me being a fool
And you just go and go so fast
You never could make a good thing last
We're going nowhere fast
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My Grandma & Grandpa drink beer in their garage
They like to go out there and drink a few beers at their bar
I don't know what they talk about, but it's got to be the years
They met when they were nineteen and they've loved a lifetime
The stories from the hall make you teary-eyed
The stories of my mama make me die inside
Lay a coaster on the bar and take a break
Their simple way of living is going away
They were nineteen in nineteen sixty-three
Grandpa drove a wrecker to make ends meet
They were living in a little house off Main Street
Been a lifetime seventy-five from nineteen
75' on a jeep ride across the farm
A night when they were catfishing on the Middle Fork
They say they don't know how they made it this far
There were some lean years in the 80's, but Grandpa never saw another lady
That made him feel the way my Grandma did
Grandma never wanted to be held by another man
After fifty-six years there's still things they don't know
They know a lifetime of love and loss
They were nineteen in nineteen sixty-three
Grandpa drove a wrecker to make ends meet
They were living in a little house off Main Street
Been a lifetime seventy-five from nineteen
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Boots
03:00
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He bought em' at a parking lot sale
Outside of Wichita on a Tuesday afternoon
He wore em' the night he met his first wife
But, that was a couple soles ago
He wore em' out on the town
He always had trouble if a woman ever came around
He was a lightning rod
With Fireball breath made of war memories
He had a tongue with words that could cut
He fought for his old ladies honor more than once
He fought with his old lady too
After he got back from Iraq he wasn't the same dude
I guess he had a proper send off
Standing outside the yard in nice black clothes
The friend I knew wouldn't a cared what we wore there
But, he would have loved the guy playing Taps on his trumpet
He's rattling down the road somewhere
Without his boots, they're sitting in my house
His old lady gave them to me
She said, "She couldn't live with them, cause she couldn't live without my friend"
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8. |
Just Another Rule
03:57
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I got a letter in the mail that said I can't use my savings account
More than five times in a month
It's been a hard year and I tried to put back as much as I pulled out
And I guess I got to leave them with my money alone
In 2015 I bought this house in a great depression
Of personal loss, professional gain
Two weeks after I closed, the bank sold the rights to my home loan
To a bigger bank outside Jacksonville, Florida
Just another rule to keep me in their system
Just another rule to keep us their collective
Baby I love you with my whole heart
I love you more than they do money
Blue collar folks that rob banks can expect the punishment to come with
Twenty-five to thirty years of hard time
A couple white collar boys came by the office today they
Tried to get us to invest in their 401K
Tonight they went home to their families
Just another rule to keep me in their system
Just another rule to keep us their collective
Baby, I love you with my whole heart
I love you more than they do money
If you were in trouble my friend I'd give you every last dime that I had
Unless, it was more than fifteen grand
Cause that's all the I.R.S. will allow me to give
Just another rule to keep me in their system
Just another rule to keep us their collective
Baby, I love you with my whole heart
I love you more than they do money
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Scared As Hell
04:09
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My friend threw a rock in the road and said "Let's tear some signs out
But first let's head back to town and pick up Caliche baby, he want's to go out
I got a sack in the back of the car your more than welcome to."
I looked at the sack and grabbed it
I couldn't help but think about my old man
I was scared as hell as the moon shined down
I was scared as hell as I thought about
What my Dad do if he found out
We were doing shit we shouldn't a been doing
It's a shame as it was that we were the way we were
We turned back towards town, we pulled our first pony out
It seemed so right in the summer night, I had never felt so free
I was afraid that someone that shouldn't would catch a glimpse of me
I was scared as hell as the moon shined down
I was scared as hell as I thought about
What my Dad do if he found out
We were doing shit we shouldn't a been doing
We ended up in town, sitting at a gas station talking about
The same shit we always did with a couple girls we loved
They didn't want much to do with us, but in our minds we felt like the shit
We kept an eye on the road to make sure that no one seen us there
Mama always told me I was kind
Mama always told me I was smart
Mama always said "You's a handsome boy"
But, she wouldn't have wanted those girls to touch me
I was scared as hell as the moon shined down
I was scared as hell as I thought about
What my Dad do if he found out
We were doing shit we shouldn't a been doing
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10. |
The Prairie
03:43
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Get a dark twisted feeling when I think about the people
That I've loved & I've lost
When I was young I thought the country held me down
I thought it kept me from being myself
I lose myself in thought
Thinking about how this ground has saved my life
The silence has shaken me, the prairie wind on my face
Will you pray for me
In moonlight my wind wanders to the native tribes
That used to walk the land that I love
I know that they lived off the land
I know they treated this ground better than I have
I lose myself in thought
Thinking about why all of that had to be
The wind blowing through my hair, I find it hard to believe
Will you pray for me
The North & the South fought a battle
For a rail line fifteen miles from here
They shaped the future of a nation
And then I played the same war in this field
I lose myself in thought
Thinking about this land that I'm from
A train off in the distance, I hear it calling my name
Will you pray for me
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Brent Beamer Missouri
Brent Beamer is a singer-songwriter from rural Missouri. Brent has been influenced by artists that range all the way from Kurt Cobain to Townes Van Zandt. You may, depending on the time of day even hear a little Tom Waits or Nick Cave influence.
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