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ships out within 5 days
We sold our shirts and ties,
Boss we pawned our coats.
And we’ll play for money on the road,
Til there’s blood in our throats.
No there ain’t no concert halls,
They ain’t comin’ in throngs,
And they’ll never know,
That the shittiest folk bands sing the prettiest songs.
God, yeah they do.
I gave my time.
I served the man for that fucking time
To write all these songs.
And started a folk band for my baby,
So we can all sing along,
There ain’t a talented man
Up here among us.
Just another folk band
Playin’ them shitty old numbers
And there ain’t enough good men,
Well they ain’t comin’ in throngs…
Livin’ a shitty old life,
singin’ you a pretty old song.
And the shittiest folk bands sing the prettiest ones.
The shittiest folk bands sing the prettiest songs.
from Cabin Fever,
released July 9, 2013
Drums - Josh Robinson
Banjo - Brent