Screamin' in a mic, playing a Strat through a Vox AC-30
Gives a troublesome back and a ringin' in your ears
My last band covered the Clash, the Kinks and the Replacements
Seems my soul is as mis-spent as my years
Now I got a Princeton reverb, it's in an old Anvil case
It's in the back of a Ford Econoline
It's a six hour drive to Austin and the Continental Club
I got to change the strings on my ES-335
Tell the devil that I'm gettin' there as fast as I can
Playin' a sunburst Gibson in an alt-country band
And loving a woman who can out-cuss any man
Tell the devil that I'm gettin' there as fast as I can
I met her in L.A., we was openin' for Son Volt
She had eyes mascara'd like Eva Green's
She sparkled with wildness like the blue yonder
She'd done a time in darkness and was two years clean
She wears an old leather jacket, it was made by Irish saints
And boots engraved with skulls and thorns
She got her ink in Tulsa, still she don't like red-dirt bands
Bein' in love with her is like living in a thunderstorm
Tell the devil that I'm gettin' there as fast as I can
Playin' a sunburst Gibson in an alt-country band
And loving a woman who can out-cuss any man
Tell the devil that I'm gettin' there as fast as I can
Now the faithless live in grays and faded purples
And the gamblers never bet on 12's or 2's
The drunken poets disappear into big shadows
And the rock 'n' roll believers sing the easy rider blues
Tell the devil that I'm gettin' there as fast as I can
Playin' a sunburst Gibson in an alt-country band
And loving a woman who can out-cuss any man
Tell the devil that I'm gettin' there as fast as I can
