Sometimes you miss the little things the most


***Press On Nails***
Well, your press on nails will treat me right
And hold me straight up through the night
Not your blue jeans
Not your big hair
Just your press on nails
Your press on nails

I got nothing on the left and even less on the right
Woke up at Red Bluff station in the middle of the night
Only things that I got on me are what I had when I went in
Wandering up Stagecoach Road to your trailer in the rain

Where your press on nails will treat me right
And hold me straight up through the night
Not your blue jeans
Not your big hair
Just your press on nails
Your press on nails

You got a bug zapper that casts a pale blue light
I like to set out on your doorstep at night
And listen to the sound it makes. I count each buzz and crack
Wondering who notices when they don’t come back

You got a soft-pack fading on the dash
Right neath the dreamcatcher that ain’t got much to catch
Fifteen pound test always did me fine
Any more than that and you got too much
Any more than that and you got too much
On the line

But some press on nails will treat you right
They’ll hold you straight up through the night
Don’t need blue jeans
Don’t need big hair
Just your press on nails
Your press on nails

credits
original release November 13, 2016
Alan Peters - vocals, lyrics, guitar
Casey Williams - lead guitar, high nashville, backing vocals
Jason Brownell - bass guitar, backing vocals
Andi Plantenberg - drums

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Press On Nails

Todd was a real Florida man who moved to the San Lorenzo Valley after doing some time for the vehicular manslaughter of three girls. My brother's dogs found his skull at the base of Cougar Rock. The rest of it is largely fiction.
*** Lucky Rabbit's Foot ***

He used to put on them gator boots and mess around the school
San Lorenzo Valley ain’t got much for girls to do
They’d go joy riding in Todd’s Pontiac
Well them girls from Sarasota ain’t ever coming back

His purdy boots didn’t fit so good
His gator boots didn't fit so good
So I kept his lucky rabbit’s foot
I kept his lucky rabbit’s foot
I kept his lucky rabbit’s foot

The sheriff and the D.A. won’t miss one ex-con
As long as you give them a scapegoat to pin the body on
The Ghost Mountain Riders did the job just fine
They’re cooking up some biker speed
While I’m cooking up some lies

His purdy boots didn’t fit so good
His gator boots didn't fit so good
So I kept his lucky rabbit’s foot
I kept his lucky rabbit’s foot
I kept his lucky rabbit’s foot

You say I went blood simple. I say that says it just fine
That boy from Sarasota touched a girl of mine
So I took a hog hunter and I sunk it in his chest
Dumped the body offa Cougar Rock and let the coyotes do the rest

His purdy boots didn’t fit so good
His gator boots didn't fit so good
So I kept his lucky rabbit’s foot
I kept his lucky rabbit’s foot
I kept his lucky rabbit’s foot
credits


Alan Peters - vocals, words, guitar
Casey Williams - lead guitar, backing vocals
Jason Brownell - bass guitar, backing vocals
Andi Plantenberg - drums

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