40 Bucks

40 bucks and her favorite band
She stayed out too late again
The band’s back in Birmingham
She didn’t go to work again

She’s always been a pretty big fan
Certain songs get scratched right in
When morning comes round again
The sadness crashes down and she said

When he first came unto me it sounded kinda like a symphony
It was hearts and horns and winds and warm and wet
This morning when the band left town it bummed me out like a birthday clown
A whole lotta drinks and a little bit of sleight of hand
40 bucks and her favorite band

Her mother loved the seventies
The leather vests and the Dungarees
Her bio-dad played bass guitar
In a five-piece out of Wichita

They had a little local hit
You can find it on the internet
They made her on the night they met
In a motel made of cigarettes

She’s never even met the dude
But she heard the song and it was pretty cool
A sad, slow waltz about a pure and simple love

There are days when she gets fatigued
She’s pretty old for this music scene
And our dreams sing-a-long to the music of our youth
40 bucks and her favorite groups

She doesn’t really do it much
But she could probably get some party stuff
She doesn’t really do it much
But she could probably get some party stuff

She says she doesn’t know the guy but she’s pretty sure he’d stop by
She barely even knows the dude but he’s come around for some other group
And when he finally calls her back she says, “Guys let me cover this
I know you don’t make much money yet, I know it mostly goes to cigarettes."

Last night’s conquest wasn’t all that famous yet
Two twenties from her dresser while she slept
And then he left