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Downcountry Blues

from Steakhouse by Steakhouse

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Here we go downcountry moving
At the darkening edges of another wasted day
Our dust will rise behind, in dirty double barrels
You see our taillights fade
When we go downcountry moving
When we go down . . .
You see your mother, well she’s gone son
Swimming in a whiskey bottle oh so many days
She’s been gone so long, I can’t make her love you
So let’s be on our way
Here we go downcountry moving
None but the sound of the radio a playin’ low
Now that our worst fears are proven and we come all this way
We can’t find her in that blank face, not a trace
We wonder why, but the dead don’t lie
Maybe she’ll send us a letter
Maybe she’ll get better, become herself again
Maybe listen to reason, beg our forgiveness
Maybe she wouldn’t send us back
With empty guts and hearts again
But know that I’ll always be here son
Even when the whole world seems against us every day
It’s OK to hold my hand, and sit by me in the pickup
Ain’t nobody’ll know but us
When we go downcountry moving
None but the sound of the radio a playin’ low
Now that our worst fears are proven and we come all this way
We can’t find her in that blank face, not a trace
We wonder why, every last god damn time
But she just won't say

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from Steakhouse, released September 1, 2014

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Steakhouse San Francisco, California

Steakhouse is a rock group from San Francisco, California. They play post-punk with bits of country/ western thrown in at all the wrong times. They've headlined big clubs in San Francisco but have yet to play a single rodeo.

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