Assignment4

Putting the lyrics in here, since they're not very clear in the recording: 

Junk In The Trunk

She came from Oakville Tennesse , her life an open road
But tricky dicks and prickly splits left her tired and bowed
With time and toil and endless foils there comes a heavy load 
Fighting fires and freak admirers comes with a high price

         But all the boys see what they wanna see
         She got junk in the trunk and she’s alright

Punks and Crumpers, midnight thumpers, cross unwritten lines
Wasted days, synthetic craze, no sin left unmined
She hits the dirt and sells her shirt to buy herself some time
Tired and spent without a cent, with nowhere left to go

         Still the boys see what they wanna see
         She got junk in the trunk, she ain’t alright

         Bridge
         She’s leaving home, she starts to drive
         She doesn’t know when she’ll arrive
         If she makes it through the night she’ll stay alive
 
(Space for small guitar solo)

She pulls in to the parking lot, she made it to the dance
Her wounds are healed, she travels light, and dirt has turned to grass
Looks to her right, blushes bright and calmly takes his hand
With one last glance into the mirror, she smiles and shakes her head	

         Her boy sees clearly what he always sees
         She had junk in the trunk but she’s alright
         Her footprints blow away with the breeze
         She had junk in the trunk but she’s alright


Assignment 5

Original song (C) 2013, DW.

She came from Oakville Tennesse, her life an open road
But tricky dicks and prickly splits left her tired and bowed
With time and toil and endless foils there comes a heavy load 
Fighting fires and freak admirers comes with a price
But all the boys see what they wanna see
She got junk in the trunk and she’s alright

Punks and Crumpers, midnight thumpers crossing lines
Wasted days, synthetic craze, no sin left unmined
She hits the dirt and sells her shirt to buy herself some time
Tired and spent, without a cent and no place to go 
Still the boys see what they wanna see
She got junk in the trunk, she ain’t alright

Bridge
She’s leaving home, she starts to drive
She doesn’t know when she’ll arrive
If she makes it through the night she’ll stay alive
 
She pulls in to the parking lot, she made it to the dance
Her wounds are healed, she travels light, and dirt has turned to grass
Looks to her right, blushes bright and calmly takes his hand
With one last glance into the mirror, she smiles and shakes her head	
Her boy sees what he always sees
She had junk in the trunk but she’s alright
Her footprints blow away with the breeze
She had junk in the trunk but she’s alright


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