[KNOCK HARDER [Intro — Solo electric guitar, dirty Texas blues riff, slow aggressive bends building into a full-band shuffle] [Verse 1] Trouble came knockin’ about a quarter past three, Said, “Open that door, boy, I got business with thee.” I said, “I’ve seen your face, and I know your game, You can tear down my house, but you can’t take my name.” Got a hole in my pocket, got a crack in my pride, Got a whole lot of heart that I keep locked inside. Well, the world keeps swingin’, trying to put me down, But I learned how to stand when nobody was around. [Chorus — Full band, powerful raspy vocals] Knock harder, trouble! I ain’t scared of your sound! I’ve been six feet under Without goin’ in the ground! Bring on your thunder! Let the whole sky come down! Knock harder, trouble! I’m still around! [Electric Guitar Fill — Screaming bends and blues response] [Verse 2] Well, the bills keep comin’, and the money runs thin, Got a rusty old truck that won’t turn over again. But I got six strings and a worn-out amp, And a little bit of whiskey in an old glass lamp. Now I ain’t no preacher, and I ain’t no saint, Got a few old scars and a little chipped paint. But I’ve made my peace with the things I’ve done, And I ain’t gonna hide from the morning sun. [Chorus — Harder, louder] Knock harder, trouble! I ain’t scared of your sound! I’ve been six feet under Without goin’ in the ground! Bring on your thunder! Let the whole sky come down! Knock harder, trouble! I’m still around! [Extended Guitar Solo — 40 seconds, blistering Texas blues lead, lightning-fast pentatonic runs, heavy string bends, emotional sustained notes, drums pushing the groove harder] [Bridge — Band drops down, smoky intimate vocals] I’ve watched good love leave, Watched some good friends go. Stood out in the rain With nowhere left to go. And when my hands start shakin’, And I can barely see, I pick up that old guitar, Let it do the talking for me. [Guitar answers each vocal line with emotional bends] [Final Chorus — Explosive full-band return] KNOCK HARDER, TROUBLE! I AIN’T SCARED OF YOUR SOUND! I’VE BEEN SIX FEET UNDER WITHOUT GOIN’ IN THE GROUND! BRING ON YOUR THUNDER! LET THE WHOLE SKY COME DOWN! KNOCK HARDER, TROUBLE! I’M STILL AROUND! [Outro — Extended fiery blues guitar improvisation, massive soulful bends, rapid descending runs, organ swelling underneath] Yeah, I’m still around… You hear me knockin’? Well, I’m still around! [Final wild guitar lick — Band stops together]
