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Troubadours
Well Disaster hit the highways with his brother and a bus
To the northwest, where they’d “Paint It Black,” like a red door for two punks
When they got there, it kept raining, and Portland was a bust,
So they moved on down the highway for a town that they could trust.
But L.A. wasn’t happening, had to pay to park ‘the squat,’
So they rolled it down to Austin, found a friendly parking lot,
Got a job working the door, at a big box music shop,
With Brady, Josh and Sean, and a brother named Rob.
Here’s to you troubadours who age with each refrain,
All those collecting scars, from this side of the stage,
Who bleed hurt like open sores from hearts that won’t be tamed…
So raise one for….
The troubadours.

Well Rob came off a ‘Losing Streak,’ while Natch kept smelling hate
In a scene that once embraced them, that now just looked away
from songs born from the hearts of its ill-forgotten saints
So they moved on down to Austin in search of better days
While Rob and Natch waged rock-n-roll on garages in S.A.,
‘The King and I,’ cruised Cadillac’s ‘til the engines just gave way
But we’d all find hope together in the fires of yesterday
In a punk rock song that came about 20 years too late…
So hit the switch, and strike the chord, I need to feel alive
I’ve been low, and I’ve been beaten by the idle by and by,
But I’m rested and I’m hungry now for one last slice of pie,
So gimme all you got, crank the volume to the sky
Here’s to adoptive families, to this brotherhood of chance
This gypsy life, the normals will not ever understand
So onward through the fog ‘til the wheels fall off the van,
I’ve got one or two more rounds before I return to the sand
Lyrics Submitted by Charles Everson Crowe

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