Bone Tired (Live) (Redux)

[The sound of a snare drum rustling, a bass guitar giving a couple of low, muffled thumps, and the faint hiss of studio tape. The band is talking casually, a few feet away from the microphones.] Singer: (Ha-ha!) No, no, look—we gotta hit the groove right out the gate. Don’t wait for me. I’ll slide right in. Bassist (Different Voice): Alright. One, two... you ready? Singer: (Moving closer to the mic, clearing throat) Yeah. Let's get it. One, two, three, go... [The band kicks in: a thick, driving, syncopated bassline paired with a tight, mid-tempo funk drum beat and a scratchy, wah-wah rhythm guitar. A Rhodes electric piano adds warm, jazzy chords.] [Verse, low energy, close mic, intimate] There's a devil in my head Says I'm better off dead Worked like a dog In the summertime Kicked off my boots A couple of times It was ninety-eight In the shade Said I'd rest a bit I never did Too much to do You know how it is Gotta hit the ground Before it hits me [Chorus, soulful, dynamic] And I'm bone tired This life of mine is cuttin' me deep Runnin' wide open Never gettin' any sleep And I'm bone tired You see these bags hangin' off of my face I think the whole world feels this way And we're bone tired Mm-mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm-mm [Verse, tight groove] There's a devil standin' on my shoulder Says I'm better off dead Worked like a dog In the wintertime Kicked off my boots A couple of times And I feel that chill In my bones When you got kids In the house There ain't no rest Until they move out And even then You never know [Chorus, soulful, dynamic] And I'm bone tired This life of mine is cuttin' me deep Runnin' wide open Never gettin' any sleep And I'm bone tired You see these bags hangin' off of my face I think the whole world feels this way And we're bone tired Mm-mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm-mm [Bridge: The instrumentation drops to just the bass and drums, with a subtle, gritty guitar chop] When the sun's shinin' When the sun's gone I just keep on keepin' on When the sun's shinin' When the sun's gone I just keep on keepin' on {Guitar Solo: An expressive, bluesy, crying guitar solo, full of bends and soulful phrasing, riding over the locked-in rhythm section] [Chorus, soulful, dynamic] And I'm bone tired This life of mine is cuttin' me deep Runnin' wide open Never gettin' any sleep And I'm bone tired You see these bags hangin' off of my face I think the whole world feels this way And we're bone tired Mm-mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm-mm [Outro: The band shifts into a loose, studio jam. The background vocals start layering] And I'm bone tired This life of mine is cuttin' me deep Runnin' wide open Never gettin' any sleep And I'm bone tired You see these bags hangin' off of my face I think the whole world feels this way And we're bone tired Mm-mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm-mm [Outro] When the sun's shinin' When the sun's gone I just keep on keepin' on When the sun's shinin' When the sun's gone I just keep on keepin' on Yeah (Oh yeah) Mm-mm-mm-mm Mm-mm-mm-mm [The music gradually fades out as the singer continues to ad-lib and the guitar traded licks with the bass] [The sound of a snare drum rustling, a bass guitar giving a couple of low, muffled thumps, and the faint hiss of studio tape. The band is talking casually, a few feet away from the microphones.] Drummer: That was dope. Singer: Yeah, yeah. I like that.