Hal's Call (Every Sunday at Three)

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[Warm-up Intro]
[AM radio static, dial tuning, lonesome banjo roll]
(hit play, hit play)
[clock-tower bell, three strikes]

[Intro]
[gravelly drawl, dry, up front]
The signal drops when the truth comes through,
Hal's call risin', comin' straight to you.
[banjo roll]
(answer the call)

[Verse 1]
[half-time, laid in the pocket]
Sunday afternoon and the feed goes live,
Three o'clock sharp, that's when we arrive.
Pull up a chair, lean close to the sound,
The woodshed's wisdom knows no bounds.
Deep in the holler where the free folk gather,
Cut through the noise, wheat from the chaff, brother.
Law and liberty, chapter and verse,
Break down the fine print, break the curse.
(preach it)

[Pre-Chorus]
[building, foot stomps]
When the intro hits, feel the whole ground move,
Hit that play now, brother, you got nothin' to prove.

[Chorus]
[big gang vocal, banjo and 808]
This is Hal's call, ringin' out today,
(answer the call!) come and hear him say,
Behind the woodshed, (take your stand!)
Every Sunday at three across the land.

[Verse 2]
He don't sugarcoat and he don't back down,
Loudest honest voice for miles around.
[clock-tower bell, three strikes]
Three o'clock strikes and the signal goes wide,
Hal's call risin' with the turnin' tide.
Corruption gets loud, well he gets louder,
Crack the lid on a can of whoop-ass powder.
(crack it open!)
They can talk their talk but they can't hang,
Woodshed reckoning, hear that hammer clang.
(that's right)

[Chant Break]
[beat strips to stomps, claps, and banjo]
Woodshed! (stomp, stomp, clap)
Woodshed! (stomp, stomp, clap)
Can of whoop-ass, take your stand,
Hal's voice ringin' across the land!
[808 slams back]

[Bridge]
[static clears, organ swell, preacher cadence]
Through the static, the beacon calls your name,
No badge, no gate gonna put out that flame.
Crack it open, let the reckoning begin,
Hal's call answered, truth gon' win.

[Verse 3]
Mark your calendar, tell a friend to tune in too,
Three o'clock Sunday, the woodshed comin' through.
Voices risin' as the truth unfolds,
Hal's wisdom, a treasure of gold.
He won't be bought and he won't be sold,
Speakin' up brave where the others fold.
Subscribe, hit play when the true word rings,
Answer Hal's call, hear the freedom it brings.

[Chant Break]
[stomps and claps]
Woodshed! (stomp, stomp, clap)
Woodshed! (stomp, stomp, clap)

[Outro]
[fading banjo, radio static returns, dial tuning out]
When the feed goes quiet and the night comes down,
Hal's call still echoin' from town to town.
Answer once, you'll answer evermore,
Every Sunday at three, come back for more.
(tune in, tune in)

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[Warm-up Intro] [AM radio static, dial tuning, lonesome banjo roll] (hit play, hit play) [clock-tower bell, three strikes] [Intro] [gravelly drawl, dry, up front] The signal drops when the truth comes through, Hal's call risin', comin' straight to you. [banjo roll] (answer the call) [Verse 1] [half-time, laid in the pocket] Sunday afternoon and the feed goes live, Three o'clock sharp, that's when we arrive. Pull up a chair, lean close to the sound, The woodshed's wisdom knows no bounds. Deep in the holler where the free folk gather, Cut through the noise, wheat from the chaff, brother. Law and liberty, chapter and verse, Break down the fine print, break the curse. (preach it) [Pre-Chorus] [building, foot stomps] When the intro hits, feel the whole ground move, Hit that play now, brother, you got nothin' to prove. [Chorus] [big gang vocal, banjo and 808] This is Hal's call, ringin' out today, (answer the call!) come and hear him say, Behind the woodshed, (take your stand!) Every Sunday at three across the land. [Verse 2] He don't sugarcoat and he don't back down, Loudest honest voice for miles around. [clock-tower bell, three strikes] Three o'clock strikes and the signal goes wide, Hal's call risin' with the turnin' tide. Corruption gets loud, well he gets louder, Crack the lid on a can of whoop-ass powder. (crack it open!) They can talk their talk but they can't hang, Woodshed reckoning, hear that hammer clang. (that's right) [Chorus] [big gang vocal, banjo and 808] This is Hal's call, ringin' out today, (answer the call!) come and hear him say, Behind the woodshed, (take your stand!) Every Sunday at three across the land. [Chant Break] [beat strips to stomps, claps, and banjo] Woodshed! (stomp, stomp, clap) Woodshed! (stomp, stomp, clap) Can of whoop-ass, take your stand, Hal's voice ringin' across the land! [808 slams back] [Bridge] [static clears, organ swell, preacher cadence] Through the static, the beacon calls your name, No badge, no gate gonna put out that flame. Crack it open, let the reckoning begin, Hal's call answered, truth gon' win. [Verse 3] Mark your calendar, tell a friend to tune in too, Three o'clock Sunday, the woodshed comin' through. Voices risin' as the truth unfolds, Hal's wisdom, a treasure of gold. He won't be bought and he won't be sold, Speakin' up brave where the others fold. Subscribe, hit play when the true word rings, Answer Hal's call, hear the freedom it brings. [Chorus] [big gang vocal, banjo and 808] This is Hal's call, ringin' out today, (answer the call!) come and hear him say, Behind the woodshed, (take your stand!) Every Sunday at three across the land. [Chant Break] [stomps and claps] Woodshed! (stomp, stomp, clap) Woodshed! (stomp, stomp, clap) [Outro] [fading banjo, radio static returns, dial tuning out] When the feed goes quiet and the night comes down, Hal's call still echoin' from town to town. Answer once, you'll answer evermore, Every Sunday at three, come back for more. (tune in, tune in)

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