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we earned our stripes playing out on the road in towns you won't find on the map we play whatever the crowd wants to hear and one time we even played taps yeah taps...that's right one time we even played taps played a bar last night real funky place the backroom was also the jail you got drunk on one side then they'd lock you up and you could pay the bartender your bail yep...you could pay the bartender your bail The towns that we play in Aren't really that big What most call a forest The band calls a twig we play country music we can knock off a jig but to call us that famous is like kissing a pig we've got two pickups an suv too and a minivan rusted to bits we play rock paper scissors to see who drives where then we pack up and hope it all fits yep...most nights we hope it all fits we play behind wire in some places we go it stops the bottle from hitting the drums we asked the bartender if he thought we should leave he said you do....next they'll all pull out their guns yep...everyone there all had guns The towns that we play in Aren't really that big What most call a forest The band calls a twig we play country music we can knock off a jig but to call us that famous is like kissing a pig
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
The towns that we play in
we earned our stripes playing out on the road in towns you won't find on the map we play whatever the crowd wants to hear and one time we even played taps yeah taps...that's right one time we even played taps played a bar last night real funky place the backroom was also the jail you got drunk on one side then they'd lock you up and you could pay the bartender your bail yep...you could pay the bartender your bail The towns that we play in Aren't really that big What most call a forest The band calls a twig we play country music we can knock off a jig but to call us that famous is like kissing a pig we've got two pickups an suv too and a minivan rusted to bits we play rock paper scissors to see who drives where then we pack up and hope it all fits yep...most nights we hope it all fits we play behind wire in some places we go it stops the bottle from hitting the drums we asked the bartender if he thought we should leave he said you do....next they'll all pull out their guns yep...everyone there all had guns The towns that we play in Aren't really that big What most call a forest The band calls a twig we play country music we can knock off a jig but to call us that famous is like kissing a pig
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
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