Dusty's, 2pm

TOWNLINE RD

Skip It, Forget It, Forgive It

Stone Arch Bridge

My Old Friend EP

In Fon du Lac County at the Calumet line
Ted's Talk of The Town Bar's soft-lit in the glow of neons
Over the table it wasn't the crack of the cue ball went flyin'
some hick called him a spic and five-to-one sent him out the window
he hick the gas so hard the car kicked up dust though it was rainin'

In the trailer where his Tio was growin' hydroponic pot
Emanuel grabbed the gun and he waited till they got drunk

Families offered up their lands and now they call them mega farms  
bought run and controlled by corporate conglomerates
So, if you don't smell the methane all the papers look the same
either way they'll treat you worse than the cattle so that the old ones just go, 
"No hablo ingles."

The song of a Bandito's forever to be sung
In two tongues in Wisconsin and on down through the Yucatan

And it goes run, run
run, run grab your girl and your gun, gun
And it goes run, run
run, run grab your girl and your gun, gun

Well, a little west of Abbotsford he'd some family settle around this slaughterhouse
The incident in Calumetville a little far frome the county seats to shut the highways down
So a few years he laid low, wore his boots and hat to town
Until an incident at El Norteño put him on the surveillance cameras 

The song of a Bandito forever's written in blood
dots the Midwestern snow red like down in Juárez 

So he drifted through the Driftless and then the Badlands until he ended up in the Bakken Shale
New set of papers, shared a number an F-150 truck.. yeah, he was doin' pretty well
Until one day on that oil rig you wouldn't guess who showed up
But he picked up that old log chain and the blood was on rest of them

The song of a bandito is forever to be undone
Cuz' if you know how the story goes you just ain't weren't the best of them, no

And it's run, run
run, run, grab your girl and your gun, gun
And it's run, run
run, run grab your girl and your gun, gun
and your gun, gun
And it's run, run, run, run
run, run grab your girl and your gun, gun
and it's run, run, run, run

Song Of A Bandito

My Old Friend EP

Well, I won't get when I go
Anything to have not much to know
Just that feeling that flows for my good people
That I tend to find again in eyes of friend

What when  our best teacher asked what can class show 
that's  not already known?
You've been fucked up so you know,
you can stare at those steps
but still trip on your toes

Aw, may you tend to get up again
after a while 
yeah, my old friend

If you toss, turn, twitch, squirm
trying' to count sheep
but still can't count sleep tonight
Oh, no don't you just hold open your eyes
Cuz' things like sleep best come

So if you're singing to the gutter 
down on that goddamn street
and all of the bar signs are blurred
goddamned because you don't need to see

Hope I don't hold some spot in your heart all hard
still stuff three in the backseat 
spew spoke to the stars

Cuz' we'd cheers cheap Milwaukee beers
until we were caskets crushed and caving
But no bones in basements, beer pong, old songs
familiar not so far or fading

May we try to kick it again
in the same old style
yeah, my old friend
yeah, my old friend

If you toss, turn, twitch, squirm
tryin' to count sheep
but still can't sleep tonight

Oh, no toss your pillow 
over to the the other side
Cuz' things like sleep best come
Cuz' things like sleep best come

Well, I hope all your red tides roll by
and that stars, stars, stars, scare your storms
if the fireworks fly

Somehow may we find 
we meet one last time in some by and by
yeah, my old friend
yeah, my old friend

 If you toss, turn, twitch, squirm
tryin' to count sheep
but still can't count sleep tonight
Oh, no don't you just hold open your eyes
Cuz' things like sleep best come
Cuz' things like sleep best come
Cuz' things like sleep best come
All subtle and tight
You get some tight sleep
yea, you sleep tight

My Old Friend

My Old Friend EP

They're only dreams I suppose
Running from tornadoes
They're only dreams I suppose
Running from tornadoes

Tied up to your coronary train tracks
Or starving stuck up in your tower
Sick to shit of stale biscuits

They're only thoughts I suppose
Twin sister tornadoes
They're only thoughts I suppose
Twin sister tornadoes

Only to circle and to snake back
at a hundred miles an hour
taking everything with it

Flyin' pigs
I'd seen some shit
and my swiss cheese feet have got self-shot holes in em

They're only lies I suppose
Tossing me like tornadoes 
They're only lies I suppose
Tossing me like tornadoes 

Until I'm suspicious of every sentence
so here's a deadpan stare into your eyeballs
without a pot or a pan to piss in

Flyin' pigs
I'd seen some shit
and my swiss cheese feet have got self-shot holes in em

Tornadoes! (Birdshot)

4 piece with a loud take on roots and country.

Jonathan Delehanty - Guitar/Vocals
Pat Vanderkolk - Bass
Tony Sig - Lead Guitar
Justin Thompson - Drums

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