Drums: Peter Robertson
Electric guitars & bass: Broc OConnor
Piano: Simon Ross
Harmony & harp: Mike Rudd
Vocal: RR
Well can
you tell me if Im crazy?
Is it what or is it me?
But how come no one seems to play
The music from that golden age
When the angels set down in Tennessee
When guitar
players didnt wear no girlie makeup
No Silicone Valley drum machines
And Patsy Cline didnt need to shake her goodies
On the cover of no chicken suckin Playboy Magazine
Well Ive
got one straight shot
Here I come ready or not
Just lean back and fire away
And look out for the ricochet
Well Im
not the kind of man
Who takes violence for granted
Theres a time for confrontation
When theres no room left to fight
And I refuse to just stand by
And watch my music slowly die
While were wastin time readin folks their rights
I wanna
hear the sound of heartbreak steel guitars
And the story of some drifters sad decline
With the kind of harmonies that would weaken any knee
Its enough to make you wanna lay your head down and cry