Lyrics by Tony Harris US (listed below)
Vocals, Melody, Music and Mix by Mike Fox UK

GROWING UP IN THE COUNTRY
MUSIC WAS A SWEET MEMORY
WENT TO HIGH SCHOOL IN THE CITY
NEVER TOOK THE TIME TO PARTY

STUDIED HARD IN HIGH SCHOOL
NEVER ANYBODY'S FOOL
MADE GOOD GRADES IN COLLEGE
FILLED HIS HEAD WITH KNOWLEDGE

GRADUATED COLLEGE WITH A DEGREE
TOOK A JOB IN NASHVILLE TENNESSEE
CLIMBIN' THE CORPORATE LADDER
TO HIM..IT WASEN'T THE ANSWER

HE WAS PROUD OF HIS EDUCATION
THE CORPORATE LIFE TAKES DEDICATION
DIDN'T WANT A LIFE FILLED WITH STRIFE
DECIDED TO ABORT THAT KIND OF LIFE

(CHORUS)
PULLED HIS GUITAR OUT OF IT'S CASE
PLAYED SWEET HOME ALABAMA
FOLLOWED BY AMAZING GRACE
THE COUNTRY LIFE WAS CALLIN'
DECIDED TO LEAVE THE RAT RACE
CAUSE, THE COUNTRY LIFE WAS CALLIN'

(GUITAR SOLO)

HE PUT A COUNTRY BAND TOGETHER
NASHVILLE WAS THE PERFECT THEATER
SINGER SONGWRITERS WERE EVERYWHERE
MAY HAVE BEEN CRAZY BUT HE DIDN'T CARE

IT ALL CAME TOGETHER VERY FAST
STARTED PLAYIN' IN THE SOUTH FIRST
WAS GETTING BACK TO HIS COUNTRY ROOTS
AND WEARING HIS WESTERN BOOTS

SOON THEY WERE PLAYIN' THE RIGHT SONGS
AND THE RIGHT CHORDS AT THE RIGHT TIME
HAD A BAND THAT HE COULD TRUST
AND PURCHASED A BRAND NEW BUS

(REPEAT CHORUS 2 TIMES OPTIONAL)

2024 © Lyrics by Tony Harris BMI

The Country Life Was Callin' - Collaboration by Tony and Mike Fox - Original

On the 92nd episode of the Triple Threat Theater podcast, Dax and Rian learn that greed is a strong motivation.

Films discussed on this episode:
It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World (1963)
Midnight Madness (1980)
Rat Race (2001)

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Episode 92 - In It For The Money

Võõras Rada

When your feet are complaining from the long working day
And the weekend seems a lifetime ago
When you’re wishing on the stars at a half past midnight
Do you smile a little softer than before?
You know your mind has been made ever since you fell in love
With the ones that you’re cherishing still
‘Cause you’re a mother by birthright and a teacher by day
A warm-hearted, loyal hometown girl

So take the sky for what it is
It’s just a place for all the weather
Whether it’s blue or gray
And if the rain goes pitter pat
It’s a reason to hold on to your children
Wouldn’t you say that’s a pretty fine day?

Do your dreams shine as bright as the stars in Tennessee?
Are they mainly a paycheck from sight?
It seems a lifetime ago since the air was free
And your only chore was coming home for the night
But when you hear your children sing would you really change a thing?
There’s the world that you’re cherishing still
You gotta sing when it rains for the love that it brings
To a warm-hearted, loyal hometown girl

Take the sky for what it is
Just a place for all this weather
No matter blue or gray, Patty, wouldn’t you say?
And if the rain’s falling down
It’s a reason to love on to your children
Wouldn’t you say that’s a pretty fine day?
It’s a reason to hold on to your children
Wouldn’t you say that’s a pretty fine day?
Wouldn’t you say that’s a pretty fine day?

Pretty Fine Day

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Time and again
We’re drawn to the light 
Til it fades away
Into the night….

Do you see what could be 
If we work a little overtime 
I can hear the whistle callin me
Don’t slow down or we will fall behind…

One more time let’s do it..
Let’s get right down to it now…
There’s no time for wasting
Take a chance and take it now…

Time and again
We’re drawn to the light 
Til it fades away
Into the night….

Pack your bags and do not look back….
Everything you wanted, wait and see
Day by day, that’s what they’ll say..
The taste of honey is so silky sweet

One more time let’s do it..
Let’s get right down to it now…
There’s no time for wasting
Take a chance and take it now…

Time and again
We’re drawn to the light 
Til it fades away
Into the night….

Into The Night

Boogie Boo Boo is a fun reaction to the 9-to-5 rat race I used to be part of. I wanted to create something relatable—a song that gets people’s struggles and speaks out against bosses, companies, and the system that churns out identical workers. I poke fun at situations I faced in my office days, with the song split into chapters, each with a unique vibe.

Boogie Boo Boo

Yo, lemme tell you somethin'. This ain't no story, this the goddamn reality. We workin' our asses off, while these suits up top sippin' champagne, countin' our pennies. They don't see us, they don't hear us. We're just another cog in the machine, another number on the spreadsheet. But we ain't gonna take it no more. This ain't a rant, this a revolution. Let's get it.

This ain't no hit piece, it ain't no diss track
But the pressure keeps buildin' and I'm feelin' attacked
From the top down, the man in the suit, eyes cold and gray
Demandin' more, while the pay stays the same way

Stuck in the grind, a hamster wheel spinnin'
Bills pilin' higher, my sanity dimmin'
Comin' up short, while the rich gettin' richer
This ain't the Dream, this is a soul-crushin' picture

Below the line, they eyein' my spot, jealous and mean
Talkin' 'bout "sellouts," a constant, bitter scene
Workin' hard, payin' taxes, and feelin' the stretch
They see my struggle, yet say "lucky" under their breath

Caught in the crossfire, no place to hide
Squeezed from both sides, nowhere to confide
This ain't no life, this a slow, painful death
Fuelin' the anger, burnin' inside my chest

Trapped in the middle, ain't no way out,
Voices unheard, but still we shout,
Through the hustle and grind we try to make our name,
This ain't a protest, this a statement of pain.

The system's rigged, the game's been fixed
The middle class bleedin', while the profits get mixed
With the blood of the workers, the sweat and the tears
And our efforts been suffering for years and years

I'm losin' my cool, I'm losin' my grip
This ain't no movie, this a slow, painful trip
We're deep in the ocean of debt and despair
Leavin' me stranded, with no one to care

Trapped in the middle, ain't no way out,
Voices unheard, but still we shout,
Through the hustle and grind we try to make our name,
This ain't a protest, this a statement of pain.

The weight of the world, the burden I bear
This ain't a diss track, this a desperate prayer
Cuz im lookin for a way out, to leave the rat race,
But the anger is risin' and fuelin' the flames

I dream for better life, a chance to escape
To leave the cycle, a soul-crushing endless game,
Of poverty and power, the rich and the poor
A broken system, what are we fightin' for?

You see I'm seeing the dream and it's a faded picture
Torn and tattered, hangin' on by a scripture,
Here's the irony, we have the illusion of choice
Try to work for ourselves, and give into the noise

But the gap still widens, divide gets deep
While the middle class bleeds, and we're kept on our knees,
All the desperation, anger, and a simmerin' fire
Got us ready to explode, add to the pyre, cuz we're

Trapped in the middle, ain't no way out,
Voices unheard, but still we shout,
Through the hustle and grind we try to make our name,
This ain't a protest, lets change the game!

Let's change the game playa.

The Rat Race

YouTube: https://youtu.be/Q4dh26PSx00 [For English Lyrics]

In a world where gold is god, the temple of Mammon stands tall, its altar stained with the regrets. The illusion of a fair market crumbles as reality sets in-life is not a field of endless possibilities but a rigged game where only the rich hold the dice. The wealthy, bloated with power, toss their money freely in both reality and virtual spaces, while those beneath them drown in an ocean of debt. Entrepreneurs and whales reign supreme, stretching their influence beyond boardrooms and into MMOs, effortlessly crushing the dreams of free players with a single swipe of their credit cards. The desperate grind endlessly, hoping for a breakthrough that will never come, trapped in a system designed to ensure their failure. The internet has become a feeding ground where Mammon's followers devour every last ounce of struggling workers time and effort. Paychecks shrink while the hunger of the system grows, consuming lives with a voracious appetite. The rich dictate the rules, controlling both employment and escapism, forcing the masses into an unending cycle where work and play alike serve the ruling class. The virtual world mirrors reality-those with money soar to the top, while the poor remain at the bottom, fighting ghosts with empty hands. No matter how hard they work, they are outmatched, outspent, and ultimately discarded, mere fuel for an engine that serves only the privileged few. The whales drop cash like gods, bending the economy to their will while pretending they earned their seat at the top. Their yachts float in real seas while their avatars dominate digital battlefields, omnipresent across both realms. Meanwhile, the workers shift from job to job, swapping one set of chains for another, chasing the illusion of freedom that forever eludes them. Even love offers no escape, as relationships become economic transactions, bound by the ruthless demands of survival. There is no sanctuary, no sacred ground untouched by greed-only an endless cycle where time, energy, and hope are devoured without mercy. The poor chant their suffering like a hymn, their voices drowned by the laughter of those who thrive on their misery. They scream into the void, but the void does not answer. Mammon's hunger is insatiable, consuming their very essence, turning their struggles into entertainment for the privileged. The system grinds on without remorse, where the rich buy, own, and consume, while the poor struggle, serve, and fade. The battlefields stretch from corporate offices to digital arenas, from minimum-wage jobs to ranked ladders in MMOs-all controlled by the same ruthless agenda. Working for money is equivalent to working for Mammon-literally. The rich have their money working for them, while the poor work for money, enslaved to a system they cannot escape. That is the difference between a Mammon worshiper and a servant. This is financial education-the moral lesson that reveals how small and worthless the world truly is. The philosophy that must be understood. Time is the ultimate weapon, and it is being stolen. It is the only force capable of overturning the rigged system of avarice. Greed is the bait, the distraction, but time is the real power. The moment one understands this, the illusion of Mammon's world begins to shatter.

The 10 Abominations

Mammonism of Avarice

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3 Movies. 2 Friends. 1 Podcast.

Join Joe Daxberger and Rian Miller as they review and rank 3 thematically linked movies per episode of the Triple Threat Theater Podcast.

I am amazed at the level of talented artists encountered on this site.  Sharing and providing feedback is such an effective way to nurture the creative process.  I am so inspired by many of you.  My songs consist of mostly live instruments and voice.  An organic approach to song writing with a few surprises in the mix.  Please feel free to comment and download if you like!  Todd

I enjoy writing Country, Folk, Rock, Blues and Gospel lyrics about real life and collaborating with other people. I also upload some cover songs from time to time. My other SC site is Country/Folk/Rock/Blues/Gospel - Repost. https://soundcloud.com/countryrock67

Many thanks to the people listed below for collaborating with me.
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MIKE FOX
LIZZIE TAYPEN
CHUCK AARON
GLEN GRANTHEM
PJ PROJECTS
DLYNN
SOUTHERN FRIED TIED
RIFF BEACH (Hess)
RORY TOSH (Textosh)
JOHNNY MINSTREL (Prav)
BOB WARNER (Guitar Picker)
ROGER MOORE (RIP)
JAIME J. ROSS
SUNNIDAYZ (Sandy)
EDDIE HARRISON (EddieSongWriter)
BOB MOORE (Bobby T. Moore)
SHOEMANSKY
GEORGE WARD (Jungle DOG)
BOB PICKENS
PAT ERIKSSON
ALLEN G. BAILEY (RIP)
PHILLIP CLARKSON
ALAN FRANKLIN
SPEERS
ANDRE BELLWOOD
DAVID WALKER
PARMOUNT SOUND
JUDY MILLER
SHEILA WEAVER (hymnpianist)
TOM ADAMS
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SoundCloud is a great place to listen and enjoy all types of music from all over the world. The talent on soundcloud is amazing.

God Bless,
Tony

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