Trailer Lane Blues

{slide guitar lick} (howl) {stomp-clap

groove}

Down a dirt road where the gravel don’t last Rusty signs leanin’,

time stuck in the past Five broke Chevys sittin’ up on blocks

Front yard museum full of busted shocks Screen door slammin’,

dogs bark all night Smoke from the grill like a tire fire

light Ain’t nobody rushin’,

ain’t nobody clean Same old shirt from last week’s scene

{chugging

rhythm guitar} It’s the backyard barbecue blues Where the smoke gets thick

and the beer stays cold too

Ain’t no critter safe when the fire gets lit From possum to

squirrel, man we grill that quick Yeah it’s rough,

yeah it’s loud, yeah it’s kinda insane But it’s home sweet home

in the trailer lane

(hell yeah)

Old man Ricky sells coffee through the screen Bedroom window buzzin’ like

a drive-thru machine “Two bucks a cup!” yeah he hollers all day

Don’t ask questions ‘bout the grounds or the tray Chain-smoke mamas on

the busted porch swing Laughin’ real loud ‘bout most anything Kids run

barefoot, dirt up to their knees Chasin’ old tires and climbin’ dead

trees

Ain’t no streetlights, just a flicker and flame

Everybody knows

everybody’s name Might be broke,

might be wild, might be hard to defend But they’ll give you

a plate and call you a friend {harmonica swell}

Radio cracklin’ out a country old tune Beer cans stackin’ underneath the

moon Laughter rollin' through the junkyard scene Livin’ life loud and a

little unclean Ain’t no rules ‘cept survive and grin Take what you

got and just dive on in Yeah it’s messy,

yeah it’s raw, yeah it’s full of pride That’s the way we

live on the county side

It’s the backyard barbecue blues Where the fire burns hot and the

nights roll through

Life ain’t pretty but it sure runs free In a busted-up town

full of family Yeah it’s rough,

yeah it’s loud, yeah it’s kinda insane But it’s home sweet home

in the trailer lane {guitar solo} {slide guitar solo fades} (hoo-wee)

{slow stomp decay}