Showdown

C	F	C
C	F	G
Am	C	F
C	G	C

In twenty-four hours, since only last night
Those pretty new flowers colored so bright
Snuck behind your ears turning through your hair
When it comes to the showdown they won’t be there

Left me out the loop. Left me ain’t right
Left handed excuses left me all uptight
Until we took it outside, exposed it to the air
When it comes to the showdown they won’t be there

I took her to the movies. She talked to the screen
Thelma and Louise. She’s their go-between
They all say they love you. They all say they care
When it comes to the showdown they won’t be there

INSTRUMENTAL

A Connecticut Yankee and a Michigan queen
Had a couple latchkey kids. The last one unforeseen
And all those other mothers could never compare
When it comes to the showdown they won’t be there

Left me out the loop. Left me ain’t right
Left handed excuses left me all uptight
Until we took it outside, exposed it to the air
When it comes to the showdown they won’t be there

Showdown

Burning Fire

It may be chilly by the lake
I've got this chili I can make
Out of these chilis that will taste
Like burning fire
Burning fire
Burning fire
Into the lake of burning fire

It may be chilly by the lake
I brought this chilly just in case
You'd like to chill and take a blaze
Of burning fire
Burning fire
Burning fire
Into the lake of burning fire
Burning fire
Burning fire
Everything that you desire is in the lake of burning fire

Burning fire
Burning fire
Into the lake of burning fire

Algebro Country

Burning Fire

Four in the morning 
Came without warning 
Waiting at the station
Swaying in slow motion
Hours late and not sure where I’ve been
I’m sorry babe
You know how it is

Back from retirement 
My skills the requirement
Keeping my eyes peeled 
I’m the man behind the wheel
Couldn’t say if I’ll see you again
I’m sorry babe
You know how it is

A portion of the proceeds
Goes towards my service fee
Won’t you make a pledge to me
A tenth of all you make a week
To congregate around the abyss
I’m sorry babe
You know how it is 

Metaphors are mysteries 
Made up for our histories 
The Minotaur of Minos
Man o’ Wars between us
Either way that’s what they call showbiz 
I’m sorry babe
You know how it is

You Know How It Is 2023

I remember when you were on the team
Rags soaked in kerosene 
To smoke out the astronaut
I forget when we went our ways
Stuck between a drunken haze
You could make a claim or not
I’m out of gas 
I’m out of gas
I’m out of gas 
And you drove right past

A master race that keeps the pace
Your racist takes are baseless claims
Can’t you see why you’re alone
Wallow, walk your hollow talk 
Borrowed off your cause for loss
Moss on the standing stone 
I’m out of gas
I’m out of gas
I’m out of gas 
And you drove right past