Hal's Call (Every Sunday at Three)

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[Verse 1]
[banjo roll steady, 808 rolls on the one, drawl pocket]
Name's Hal, I run the porch light,
county sleepin but I'm up at dawn.
Got a mic and a mason jar,
pourin facts till the crooked all gone.
They said hush, boy, mind your row,
I said naw, I plant a different seed.
Every badge that bent the law,
I got the receipts and they gon' read.
Sunday comin, mark the clock,
three o'clock, and I don't play.
Pull the record, read the docket,
took him out back, made his day.

[Chorus]
[full beat, 808 booms with slide, claps hard on two and four, group hook]
Every Sunday at three! (three!)
Behind the Woodshed with me! (with me!)
Bring the crooked, bring the proud,
we gon' read it good and loud.
Every Sunday at three! (three!)
Behind the Woodshed, that's the creed!
Banjo rollin, 808 low,
tune it in, now here we go.

[Stomp Break]
[beat cuts to foot stomps and hand claps, banjo only, big group chant]
(Stomp, clap)
Behind the Woodshed! (hey!)
Behind the Woodshed! (hey!)
Sunday, three, you come and see!
[808 slams back in]

[Verse 2]
[808 back, banjo roll doubles, triplet hi-hats tighten]
Bailiff sweatin when I read his name,
mayor duckin when I air the tape.
County line don't cover shame,
I document, ain't no escape.
Took an oath then broke it clean?
Boy, you comin to the shed.
I don't holler, I don't fight,
I just play the words you said.
Grandma noddin in her chair,
say that Hal gon' preach again.

[Bridge]
[lone banjo, Hal direct, spoken-sung, dry and close, no reverb]
You wearin the star and bendin it?
This ain't hate, this here's a mirror.
Do right, you got nothin to fear.
Do dirt, well.
(Sunday's comin)
I'll see you behind the woodshed. Three o'clock.

[Chorus]
[final, big group, claps hard, banjo rolls hot]
Every Sunday at three! (three!)
Behind the Woodshed with me! (with me!)
Bring the crooked, bring the proud,
we gon' read it good and loud.
Behind the Woodshed, that's the creed!

[Outro]
[solo banjo roll, boot taps, Hal low and warm]
That's the show.
Like it, share it, hit subscribe.
Every Sunday at three.
Behind the Woodshed.
(Y'all be good now)
[End]

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[Intro] [2 bars only: banjo roll, warm 808 slide, soft triplet hi-hats, Hal low and close] Every Sunday at three, that's when the truth come knockin. (Knock knock) Behind the Woodshed, baby, where the crooked get to talkin. [Verse 1] [banjo roll steady, 808 rolls on the one, drawl pocket] Name's Hal, I run the porch light, county sleepin but I'm up at dawn. Got a mic and a mason jar, pourin facts till the crooked all gone. They said hush, boy, mind your row, I said naw, I plant a different seed. Every badge that bent the law, I got the receipts and they gon' read. Sunday comin, mark the clock, three o'clock, and I don't play. Pull the record, read the docket, took him out back, made his day. [Chorus] [full beat, 808 booms with slide, claps hard on two and four, group hook] Every Sunday at three! (three!) Behind the Woodshed with me! (with me!) Bring the crooked, bring the proud, we gon' read it good and loud. Every Sunday at three! (three!) Behind the Woodshed, that's the creed! Banjo rollin, 808 low, tune it in, now here we go. [Stomp Break] [beat cuts to foot stomps and hand claps, banjo only, big group chant] (Stomp, clap) Behind the Woodshed! (hey!) Behind the Woodshed! (hey!) Sunday, three, you come and see! [808 slams back in] [Verse 2] [808 back, banjo roll doubles, triplet hi-hats tighten] Bailiff sweatin when I read his name, mayor duckin when I air the tape. County line don't cover shame, I document, ain't no escape. Took an oath then broke it clean? Boy, you comin to the shed. I don't holler, I don't fight, I just play the words you said. Grandma noddin in her chair, say that Hal gon' preach again. [Chorus] [full beat, 808 booms with slide, claps hard on two and four, group hook] Every Sunday at three! (three!) Behind the Woodshed with me! (with me!) Bring the crooked, bring the proud, we gon' read it good and loud. Every Sunday at three! (three!) Behind the Woodshed, that's the creed! Banjo rollin, 808 low, tune it in, now here we go. [Bridge] [lone banjo, Hal direct, spoken-sung, dry and close, no reverb] You wearin the star and bendin it? This ain't hate, this here's a mirror. Do right, you got nothin to fear. Do dirt, well. (Sunday's comin) I'll see you behind the woodshed. Three o'clock. [Chorus] [final, big group, claps hard, banjo rolls hot] Every Sunday at three! (three!) Behind the Woodshed with me! (with me!) Bring the crooked, bring the proud, we gon' read it good and loud. Behind the Woodshed, that's the creed! [Outro] [solo banjo roll, boot taps, Hal low and warm] That's the show. Like it, share it, hit subscribe. Every Sunday at three. Behind the Woodshed. (Y'all be good now) [End]

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