Come to the Woodshed (Real Liberty Media)

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[Warm-up Intro]
[AM radio static, dial tuning, lonesome banjo roll]
(come on down)
[clock-tower bell, three strikes]

[Intro]
[gravelly drawl, dry, up front]
Pull off the highway, follow the sound,
Behind the woodshed is where it goes down.
[banjo roll]
(come and listen)

[Verse 1]
[half-time, laid in the pocket]
You been lookin' for the truth, well I'll tell you where,
Real Liberty Media, it's waitin' right there.
Sunday afternoon when the clock hits three,
Hal's on the air and the word is free.
Pull up a chair, lean close to the sound,
The woodshed's wisdom knows no bounds.
Ain't no gatekeeper, ain't no fee,
Real Liberty Media dot com, come and see.
(preach it)

[Pre-Chorus]
[building, foot stomps]
Type it in the bar, let the signal ring,
Come to the woodshed and hear him sing.

[Chorus]
[big gang vocal, banjo and 808]
Come to the woodshed, come and hear the call,
Real Liberty Media, room for one and all.
Behind the woodshed, (take your stand!)
Every Sunday at three across the land.

[Verse 2]
Tell your mama, tell your neighbor down the road,
Come and lighten up that heavy load.
[clock-tower bell, three strikes]
Three o'clock strikes and the feed goes live,
That's the time the free folk arrive.
He names the wrong and he won't back down,
Truest voice in a noisy town.
Bookmark it now so you don't forget,
Real Liberty Media, the realest yet.
(that's right)

[Chant Break]
[beat strips to stomps, claps, and banjo]
Behind the Woodshed! (stomp, stomp, clap)
Behind the Woodshed! (stomp, stomp, clap)
Come on down, take your stand,
Word ringin' out across the land!
[808 slams back]

[Bridge]
[static clears, organ swell, preacher cadence]
Through the static, the beacon calls your name,
Come to the fire and you'll never be the same.
Doors wide open, every soul belongs,
Come to the woodshed where they sing the true songs.

[Verse 3]
Mark your calendar, tell a friend to tune in too,
Real Liberty Media dot com, comin' through.
He won't be bought and he won't be sold,
Speakin' up brave where the others fold.
Every hill and holler gonna know the way,
Sunday at three, don't you miss the day.
Subscribe, hit play when the true word rings,
Come to the woodshed, hear the freedom it brings.

[Chant Break]
[stomps and claps]
Behind the Woodshed! (stomp, stomp, clap)
Behind the Woodshed! (stomp, stomp, clap)

[Outro]
[fading banjo, radio static returns, dial tuning out]
When the night rolls in and the show is done,
You'll be back next week 'cause you know it's the one.
Come once, you'll come back evermore,
Real Liberty Media dot com, come back for more.
(tune in, tune in)

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[Warm-up Intro] [AM radio static, dial tuning, lonesome banjo roll] (come on down) [clock-tower bell, three strikes] [Intro] [gravelly drawl, dry, up front] Pull off the highway, follow the sound, Behind the woodshed is where it goes down. [banjo roll] (come and listen) [Verse 1] [half-time, laid in the pocket] You been lookin' for the truth, well I'll tell you where, Real Liberty Media, it's waitin' right there. Sunday afternoon when the clock hits three, Hal's on the air and the word is free. Pull up a chair, lean close to the sound, The woodshed's wisdom knows no bounds. Ain't no gatekeeper, ain't no fee, Real Liberty Media dot com, come and see. (preach it) [Pre-Chorus] [building, foot stomps] Type it in the bar, let the signal ring, Come to the woodshed and hear him sing. [Chorus] [big gang vocal, banjo and 808] Come to the woodshed, come and hear the call, Real Liberty Media, room for one and all. Behind the woodshed, (take your stand!) Every Sunday at three across the land. [Verse 2] Tell your mama, tell your neighbor down the road, Come and lighten up that heavy load. [clock-tower bell, three strikes] Three o'clock strikes and the feed goes live, That's the time the free folk arrive. He names the wrong and he won't back down, Truest voice in a noisy town. Bookmark it now so you don't forget, Real Liberty Media, the realest yet. (that's right) [Chorus] [big gang vocal, banjo and 808] Come to the woodshed, come and hear the call, Real Liberty Media, room for one and all. Behind the woodshed, (take your stand!) Every Sunday at three across the land. [Chant Break] [beat strips to stomps, claps, and banjo] Behind the Woodshed! (stomp, stomp, clap) Behind the Woodshed! (stomp, stomp, clap) Come on down, take your stand, Word ringin' out across the land! [808 slams back] [Bridge] [static clears, organ swell, preacher cadence] Through the static, the beacon calls your name, Come to the fire and you'll never be the same. Doors wide open, every soul belongs, Come to the woodshed where they sing the true songs. [Verse 3] Mark your calendar, tell a friend to tune in too, Real Liberty Media dot com, comin' through. He won't be bought and he won't be sold, Speakin' up brave where the others fold. Every hill and holler gonna know the way, Sunday at three, don't you miss the day. Subscribe, hit play when the true word rings, Come to the woodshed, hear the freedom it brings. [Chorus] [big gang vocal, banjo and 808] Come to the woodshed, come and hear the call, Real Liberty Media, room for one and all. Behind the woodshed, (take your stand!) Every Sunday at three across the land. [Chant Break] [stomps and claps] Behind the Woodshed! (stomp, stomp, clap) Behind the Woodshed! (stomp, stomp, clap) [Outro] [fading banjo, radio static returns, dial tuning out] When the night rolls in and the show is done, You'll be back next week 'cause you know it's the one. Come once, you'll come back evermore, Real Liberty Media dot com, come back for more. (tune in, tune in)

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