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Drive By Truckers Brighter Than Creation's Dark The Opening Act There’s a big fat man on a mechanical bull in slow motion like Debra Winger And he gets knocked off and I think he’s hurt, It’s a bitch facing facts and figures There’s a band on stage that used to be huge They sound on but no one’s listening They’re told to turn down and they politely oblige Ain’t no such thing as a free ride It ain’t my problem and it ain’t my show and I ain’t being condescending It’s just the opening slot and I hit my mark and split as the crowd is thinning The man’s on the guest list so I guess it will be alright… So the paramedics arrive and they haul off that Urban Bovine Kneivel I see my friend and give him all my money and tell myself it’s a necessary evil And it’s all such a fleeting thing so I’d best try and enjoy it So much beauty and just enough time to figure out how to destroy it I’m just the opening act And it ain’t my crowd and it ain’t my night but I’d be lying if I said I can’t relate I’m just the opening act and the van is packed and I’m hauling ass to another state And I’m driving north as the sun was rising over a Technicolor horizon I reached out to touch you but you’re not there, a thousand miles away from here I turned up the radio; heard some preacher talking salvation My tank is half full and I reached over and changed the station I’m just the opening act |
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