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All recorded in a home studio with an SM58.

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released November 7, 2014

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Track Name: Last of the Last Calls
if you're still on your feet when the last of the last calls come around
might be the last real SOB at the end of the final round
we can meet, but you know I might only bring you down
'cause I'm tired of the liars, bad songwriters and old friends in this town

is there time and space enough on the back side of the hill
cut between the things that change and the things that never will
might be a future where she's waiting for you still
but this ain't the place, and it's not the case that the bottle ever will

if you aren't in the bar when the farmer's daughters come to town
thinkin' you might miss it if you ain't always around
you can call, but I can't drink in the usual amount
got sick of the face she makes when the morning takes what the night put down

if you're still on your feet when the last of the last calls comes around
might be the last true SOB at the end of the final round
we can meet, but you know I can only bring you down
'cause I'm tired of the liars, bad songwriters and old friends in this town
Track Name: Bad Hombres
He's got a pistol on the floorboards in a holster where he keeps it,
with fears of his youth in the dirt underneath it
Ain't touched it in years, not sure if he skinned it it'd fire

Used to see himself needing to make 'em back down,
in the streets outside bars in some honky tonk town
but ain't touched it in years, that stuff just don't bother him now

He just worries will his daughter get along with his wife,
he wonders will his hands ache the rest of his life?
and bad hombres in bars begging bullets don't register now


In a black leather jacket old smokes turn to dust
where the last night he came home and hung the thing up
where it is now he can't quite recall, it's been years ago now

If you ask him, he'll tell you these things are still serious
but a man hits a point needs to redefine fearlessness,
and he might miss those days, but can't see where there's time for them now

how do you keep your mouth shut and defend your good name?
but we all hit a point where they're one in the same
where bad hombres and tough talkin' gentlemen ain't got the time

Thoughts we never had are the ones that now bleed us,
the ones most important, now seemingly meaningless
a thrown stone that sinks out of sight while we stand on dry land