[Intro: Hard-rock bar-band male lead, wailing lead guitar, pounding live drums] Thirty years, y'all Last one's paid Light it up [Verse 1: Hard-rock bar-band male lead, raw and loud over gritty guitars] Twenty-six, I signed my name on a desk in a bank downtown Man in a brown suit shook my hand, said son, this'll hold you down Thirty years of first-of-the-months, I reckon I never missed Paid it through two layoffs, through a twister, through a busted wrist Paid it with my overtime and with the pickup that I sold Paid it when the furnace quit and we wore our coats against the cold And this mornin' I walked in that bank with the last check in my hand And the girl behind the counter stamped it PAID, and I could barely stand [Pre-Hook: Hard-rock bar-band male lead, drums building, guitars chugging] So call the boys, y'all, call the band, bring the amps out to the yard Bring a lawn chair and a cooler, we gon' play it loud and hard [Hook: Hard-rock bar-band male lead, full band, wailing lead guitar] Thirty years I said I owe, tonight I'm sayin' I own Three hundred sixty envelopes to add one letter on Hit the high one, let it holler, let it hang above the smoke Strike a match on thirty years, y'all, we gon' burn the note [Verse 2: Hard-rock bar-band male lead, harder, gritty overdriven guitars] Got the note in a manila folder, thirty years of tiny print Interest on the interest, every penny that I sent Now the neighbors in their lawn chairs and the grill is smokin' high Got the cooler full of ice and every glass up to the sky Got Bobby on the bass and Hector bangin' on the kit Got the volume up so loud the county called to make us quit Told the deputy come on in, y'all, grab a plate and pull a chair Ain't no noise complaint on land that ain't the bank's, so park it there [Pre-Hook: Hard-rock bar-band male lead, drums building, guitars chugging] So call the boys, y'all, call the band, bring the amps out to the yard Bring a lawn chair and a cooler, we gon' play it loud and hard [Hook: Hard-rock bar-band male lead, full band, wailing lead guitar] Thirty years I said I owe, tonight I'm sayin' I own Three hundred sixty envelopes to add one letter on Hit the high one, let it holler, let it hang above the smoke Strike a match on thirty years, y'all, we gon' burn the note [Breakdown: Hard-rock bar-band male lead, paper flare, everything stops on the scratch of a match, the paper catches with one ringing guitar note, then the band slams in] Scratch the match and hold it to the corner, y'all Watch the bank's name curl up black and small Every year of interest goin' up the wall Thirty years of paper, now let it fall [Hook: Hard-rock bar-band male lead, full band, wailing lead guitar] Thirty years I said I owe, tonight I'm sayin' I own Three hundred sixty envelopes to add one letter on Hit the high one, let it holler, let it hang above the smoke Strike a match on thirty years, y'all, we gon' burn the note [End]
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