Pickup Truck Rest (Remastered)

Southern blues-rock with a slow swampy shuffle and stubborn pocket, male vocals, gritty bass, and twangy electric steel guitar; verse rides sparse with brushed drums and bent notes, pre-chorus lifts with drum fills and vocal strain, chorus opens wide with gang doubles on the anchor line, bridge drops to voice and steel before a biting guitar solo, Close-mic, dusty, and warm with tape-smeared room tone, slide squeals, and short delay throws on the hook, electric, deep, blues, male vocals

[Verse 1] For seventy years I’ve been around this place Still a sucker for a pretty face Done a lot of things some might fear Smoked some weed and drank some beer I still love the people I meet Never thought I had to cross the street This town might not be the best But it’s where I lay my head to rest [Chorus] This town might not be the best But it’s where I lay my head to rest This town might not be the best But it’s where I lay my head to rest [Verse 2] This is where I grew up Driving around in my pickup truck I’ve seen lots of crazy-ass things Loved those women in skintight jeans They drive me crazy with all those curves So I give them what they deserve Yeah, I may not be the most desired But I know how to put out a fire [Chorus] This town might not be the best But it’s where I lay my head to rest This town might not be the best But it’s where I lay my head to rest [Bridge] I might be lacking in social graces But I love the look on them girls’ faces A little rough around the edges When I’m done, they’re making pledges [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] So that’s the way this story goes Sitting here thinking ’bout all my hoes It hasn’t been that bad for me There were some fine ones, now I see Can’t complain, but I’m sure I will This old town ain’t run of the mill [Chorus] This town might not be the best But it’s where I lay my head to rest This town might not be the best But it’s where I lay my head to rest

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