Lined Up Losers

I wrote this song behind the wheel on a mid-winter tour from northern California through Colorado and on south.  We drove two days straight to the first gig in Park City, took a blizzard with no snow tires, a flat in the desert and no heat the whole way.  A lucky hit on a video poker machine bought us food and gas to get us started – had to be a song in there somewhere. Click the link below to listen . . .

We were three days out of Denver when the wheels fell off / Park City, barking at the morning moon / Down and out on a ten day drought when the wild man popped one off / And we been bellied up at the bar since noon / Now Katy’s cryin’ on the phone because she needs my help / But I’m too tired to talk and too stoned to move / So pass me the bag and I’ll reinvent myself / On the mirror backstage in the dressing room / You won’t see me no you’ll never see me / I’m already gone / I been rollin’ down this road so long / Well you can only crash in so many places / Before you start to feel like flyin’ home / In a crowd surrounded by so many friendly faces / But you never felt so all alone / Now Katy two times on the corner tryin’ to get picked up / She lookin’ more than just alright for the shape she’s in / The kids have been out all night long just tryin’ to get fucked up / Somebody let those lined up losers in

Lyrics and Music: A-ron / Lead Vocals, Mandolin, Acoustic Guitar: A-ron / Slide Guitar, Backing Vocals: Chris Mulé / Bass: Sam Price / Drums: Garland Paul / Piano: Chris Burns / Saxophone: Snakebite Jenkins
Released on Honey Island Swamp Band, © 2006 underwateraudio