Bob's Shop

[Intro] [Verse 1] Sun bleeds orange on the water tower’s rust Bob wipes the counter, same rag, same dust Longhorn skull stares silent and wise Dog dreams by the empty Bud bowl, eyes closed tight Boots on the shelf, hats stacked neat and high Texas flags faded but still waving goodbye Then tires crunch the gravel, engines hum alive Young faces spill out, phones already alive [Pre-Chorus] They cluster round the barrel, fingerin’ the prickly pear “This cactus energy is everything, I swear” One picks up the rope, “This lasso for the ‘gram?” Bob’s jaw tightens like an old fence in the wind, damn [Chorus] Strange tongues at Bob’s Shop, twistin’ up the air~ Words I never heard, like they fell from somewhere else~ “Vibes” and “slay” and “this hits different, bro” In my shop of rope and saddles where things just grow slow What the hell you mean by “this place is a mood”? I’m just tryin’ to sell some seeds and Lone Star brews Strange tongues at Bob’s, strange tongues at Bob’s [Interlude/Break] [Verse 2] They snap the skull with roses, call it “vintage core” Ask if the Dr Pepper’s “retro” or somethin’ more One kid says the truck’s “giving pioneer chic” Bob mutters under his breath, “Boy, that truck’s just beat” They talk about “algorithms” and “content” in my store While the cactus sits there like it’s heard it all before My ledger’s full of real names, not some digital score But they keep comin’, keep talkin’, keep askin’ for more [Bridge] I remember when the only strangers were the wind Now they chase the “real thing” but it’s right under their skin The dirt on these floors, the sweat in these beams Ain’t no filter gonna capture what this old place means But maybe… maybe they’re seekin’ somethin’ true In a world that’s movin’ faster than my old truck can do [Final Chorus] Strange tongues at Bob’s Shop, twistin’ up the air Words I never heard, but the heart’s still there Vibes and energies, they come and they go But Bob’s Shop stands, through the dust and the show What the hell you mean? Come on in and stay awhile Buy a hat or a beer, leave with a Texas smile Strange tongues at Bob’s… Strange tongues at Bob’s… [Outro] “Damn kids and their words… still buyin’ my Dr Pepper though.”