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All you ever see on a Saturday night is guys getting drunk and starting a fight,
Girls on the kerb crying their ass off, steamers arguing with the bar room staff,
Me and my boys yeh we got it right, cos we only drink every weekday night
I'd love to see you get a round of shots from the bar to your friends and not spillin the lot
On a Friday night when the bar's ten deep, with fools who drink til they fall asleep
Don't get me wrong I'll sink a few Bud lights, but only if we do it on a weekday night
I don't care for all those part time drunks, who sink one Jack and coke then throw it up (what a waste)
I might sound boring and I might sound sad, I might even sound like your daddy's dad,
But I've been round the block here's what I've found, you can take this to the bank yeh pound for pound
If you wanna have yourself a real good time, get yourself out on a weekday night
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The day i found blues, i found it deep in my blood
It burst through the gates, and covered me like a flood
Now the respect is there, take me under your wing
Cos I don't believe in God, but i sure pray to three kings
Cos I am what I am, trying to be what I can
I chopped and I changed, trying to please who I can
But my only mistake was sucking up to the man
Without no intent, I just opened my heart
Put my fingers on the strings and here's what came out
Cos I am what I am, trying to be what I can
Got a weight off my mind, got some love in my life
Bending over for the fame, now that just ain't my style
Singin straight from the soul, shredding my fingers to the bone
Centre stage with my guitar, thats the place that I call home
Cos I am what I am, trying to be what I can
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I'm so tired, of filling the pockets of the man
Promised myself one day, I'll pay the bills with this band
So sick and sorry of being a slave to the wage
Promised myself one day, I'll pay the bills by being on a stage
Say to my mother, I'm gonna go real far
Say to my father I'm gonna buy you a big blue caddilac car
Say to my sweet little girlfriend, I'll pay the bills with this guitar
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It's the only drug I need, It's the only air I breathe
It's the only mouth I feed, It's the only words I speak
It's the only soul I'd save, It's the only road I'd pave
It's the only vice I crave, It's the only sound I make
I'm talking bout broke man's
I'm playing my broke man's blues,
Broke man's blues cos it's all I can
It's the only touch I feel, It's the only ghost I fear
It's the only noise I hear, It's the only voice that's clear
It's the colour that I see, When the mirror looks at me
It's my one and only friend, It's the beginning and the end
I'm talking bout broke man's
I'm playing my broke man's blues,
Broke man's blues cos it's all I can
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I don't got a lot to say but I know right from wrong
I ain't gonna go down this path you're pushing me along
I got better things to do than bang my head on this wall
Find somebody else to tell you pride precedes a fall
Cos I'm a lover yeh, but I ain't no fighter
Cos I'm a lover yeh, but I ain't no fighter
Say whatever you got to it's all goin' over my head
Watch me stay ignorant to everything you said
Stay a public asshole the choice is only yours
Done with wasting my time on keyboard warriors
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First Love
I've had to let go of so much love
This life's not one for a weak heart
Don't know where I'm gonna be that day
So I have to rain check our next date
You know I'm crazy about you
But my first love's always goin' be the blues
I'm so sorry I cancelled our dinner plans,
I need a woman who understands,
If I ain't stringin I ain't living,
No-one would blame you for not forgiving me,
You know I'm crazy about you
But my first love's always goin' be the blues
If you ever leave, I'll understand
A woman like you deserves a better man
I ain't the stay at home family type
Livin on the road is my kinda life
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I got a bad bad feelin, deep down in my bones
I got a bad bad feelin, deep down in my bones
That girl's goin' hurt me, more than I've ever known
I'm fallin so hard for her, I can't even breathe
I'm fallin so hard for her, I can't even breathe
Well now she's my baby, I pray she never leaves
She's my world yeh and, I'm her boy,
When she's lonely I'm running to her door
I got a bad bad feelin, deep down in my bones
That girl's goin' hurt me, more than I've ever known
I got a bad bad feeling, she's goin make me cry
I got a bad bad feeling, she's goin make me cry
I want to be her baby, until the day i die
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Started up age twelve with a cheap ass toy guitar
Worked out a G. Strummed out a coupla bars
Started working on lead about the age of seventeen
My dad said son go be the best that you can be
So I left home without any plans except one
And it's the one you're lookin at
Cos all I wanna do is this. Bending strings and penning hits
Grow a little stronger each day
All I wanna do is try to be so good that when I die
The only thing my tombstone will say is "Man that boy could play"
Got myself a band. Got a lifetime love affair
Found the blues inside. I didn't even know it was there
Surprised me to find peace playing every day that passed
I like to make like every show could be my very last
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I know who I am, I know what you think of me
I know what you say, And what you wanna believe
I live on the knife edge, between ego and fame
You know who you are, so say what you gotta say but
I know who I am
I hear what you say, I know the people you know
I'll land where I aim, sit back and enjoy the show
You sit on the fences, between truth and belief
I know that you hate, I feed on your jealousy
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Well there ain't enough sand in the desert
Ain't enough water in the sea
No doubt about ain't enough beer from 'Frisco to Tennessee
There ain't enough cash in the banks
There's ain't enough cheese on the moon
The crazy world round there's nothing been found to stop me from loving you
I Can't Stop Loving You, I Can't Stop Loving You
Darlin what can I do, cos I just can't stop loving you
There ain't enough gold in the hills
Ain't enough green on the scene
Ain't enough strat or tele's been made or movies I wanna see
Ain't enough stars in the sky
Ain't enough twi in the light
I'm telling you girl the whole universe is nothing to your brown eyes
I feel like this might last forever
But then I thought it always would
Now I understand never say never
Cos you make me wanna say the words I do
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No matter where i may go with my good friends or alone
Girl you know ill be true cos im with you
And if i leave for a second. Minutes hours or days
Or even a year just to be clear I'm with you
Done my chasing in days gone by
Played the game or at least i tried
Burned that black book. Binned those dice
Soon as i saw the love of my life
No matter who i may meet be they cute or be they sweet
girl you know ill be true cos im with you
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When I see people sitting on the bus alone
It gets me thinkin who they are and where they're goin
Is someone waitin', waitin' on them coming home
Or just a TV dinner, a bottle and their favourite show
But there's no panic, to find that magic,
It sparkles and it aches,
It's automatic, you're closer to it
With every breath you take
Cos there's more than enough love for everyone
Yeh there's more than enough love for everyone
Cos there's more than enough love for everyone
Yeh there's more than enough love for everyone
Enough for everyone
Well I've been happy, and I've been pretty low
Sometimes people, aren't who you thought they were
But all you've done's figured out what you don't want
You get over it, and life keeps moving on
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Every night, without a fail,
Taxis rev and sirens wail,
Rain or snow, you just can't beat
A night drinkin dry sauchiehall street,
Sauchiehall Street, (Sauchiehall Street)
Sauchiehall Street, (Sauchiehall Street)
You don't know who you'll meet up, on Sauchiehall Street,
You can rock the stage, shoot some pool
Or knock back jack if you got the blues
My friends and me, we skip the wine
Cos every night is tequila time on
At 3am, you're drunk and broke
All you wanna do is just head on home
But hang about, wait a sec
The casino will probably let you in
6am, you're drunk and broke,
All you wanna do is just head on home,
But hang about, think again,
Wetherspoons starts serving at 10
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Live blues rock album with 5 piece band recorded live at The Howlin' Wolf, Glasgow 30/3/2017