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Poor Man's Son (Another Country Song)

from The Small Night by Forrest VanTuyl

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Levon-
Don't let 'em count your days on their clock. It was a big life. It was a higher, deeper, darker, tougher, bloodier, life.

Levon, you were the man with the unstoppable vox, the man that will echo 'til eternity.

Levon, you were The Singer, of The Band.

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Brightest night of July,
the first time I got high
On the spinnin' explodin' fireworks
reflected in your eyes
You said a Telecaster twang &
a Reverb Twin
would set your walls on fire,
make your heart cave in.

Kept my eyes wide open,
as the sun went down,
I'd been the king of the west
until they stole my crown,
now I'm prayin' I ain't
just another country song
but I know every night I play
just another day gone

Never needed much as far as money.
Never needed much as far as love.
With a band as hot as The Hawks, and a
train that don't stop,
I'm glad I was born a Poor Man's Son.

There's Canyons in my heart
where the river once flowed
the amplifier's dark
where the tubes once glowed
that Telecaster's twangin' like
rusted nails or the
screamin' of steel when a train derails

I was just this side of Damnation
when she took me in
I spent a long time waitin
to get tossed out again
and when I finally was
she gave no vinegar or piss
she just handed my my guitar
said get back to what you miss

I never needed much...

Followed that sunset back to Cody, Wyo
caught the dust of Oklahoma
from my grandfather's throat
I plugged that telecaster in
as the big lights glowed
and that Reverb rang with the sweetest twang
anybody's ever knowed

It only takes one cigarette, a window half unrolled,
An ashtray full of regret, a memory full of hope;
for the patron saints of restlessness,
and the never-ending road
I raise a half a glass of heartache,
and a word that rhymes with home.

We never needed much as far as money.
We never needed much as far as love.
With a Band as hot as The Hawks, and a train that don't stop,
I'm glad I was born a Poor Man's Son.

credits

from The Small Night, released April 26, 2012
Vocals: Kady Bogard
Vocals & Guitar: Alex Forrest

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Forrest VanTuyl Goldendale, Washington

Forrest VanTuyl is a Western songwriter, poet, and working cowboy based in the Inland Northwest. His work has been featured in the New York Times, at The National Cowboy Poetry Gathering, and he has written music for the US Forest Service.

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