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Driveway Vacation

by The Turkey Buzzards

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1.
Off a couple hours early Walking barefoot to his 626 He keeps some liquor store sandals Cause he just can’t handle Boots for another minute Driveway vacation Clear summer day Too many tourists on the road So he’s staying close to home and Dropping ice in some Gordon’s Gin Homemade webbed beach chair Car pulled on the lawn With a busted radio Playing only George Jones Billy Joe and John Prine No crowds or parking Just a clear mind and country rhymes Make's a happy man With a bare foot tan And the gas tanks still full
2.
A faint star fading In a summer night haze Hope it comes back Like an old friend That split town for a few When they come back through You just pick up And do like you used to I ought to quit Betting on them Shooting stars You can count them Like you count on The drunkest drunk at the bar They’re just as reliable As the drunkest drunk Promising promises Fading off faded From the last call bar I don’t have much and it May stay that way Turning stories to songs Ain’t a reasonable way To get paid these days But I got friends And I don’t care For the brand new things All that shinny shit Flairs up my ADD
3.
He’s been pushing that sander cross a hardwood floor Since he got back from the Second World War Telling jokes to keep the boys in line And laughing through the winter Mothers don’t buy floors for Christmas Just plastic toys and board games He’s drinking coffee Praying that phone will ring If we make it through January We got it made That’s what my Granddad Said to me Christmas at Thanksgiving Only time we could all make it back Little brother's sparking joints outside the kitchen And the whole house is packed Grandma asked me when I’ll get a real job So I'm out sneaking some wine in the garage Sometimes you can’t miss your family Till you're gone Well the bar's been dead since last Tuesday I’m scrubbing the whole place down Guess that everybody’s New Years Resolution Was to settle down for a while Dealers don’t get high on their own supply As a bartender that rule don’t apply I hope I stay flush Till the winter gives way
4.
Desert Sky 02:45
Just hearing what I want to Making your truth my lie Even if I get it right The moment just passes by But I ain’t gonna worry bout it Rather just stare at the desert sky Screeching tires on the interstate Hit my heart like a shot of cocaine Now I want to spend my last dime Run back into the desert sky But I ain’t gonna worry bout it Rather just stare at the desert sky Racing this whole time Just to make it To the end of the line
5.
The phone rang he picked it up We hopped in that old tan truck No radio just the gravel road and stories The vets were meeting for coffee Like they do every so often At that same MacDonalds Well Grandad held court for a while Walking back he stopped and smiled Said well “Lookahere young man” He pointed to a penny Said if it was a snake it would have bit me But don’t you dare pick it up Cause tails side up means bad luck So he flipped it and got back in the truck He left the good luck for the next passerby Cause tails means bad luck And heads could turn it all around Grandad taught me plenty From how to ride a bike to bamboo rod fishing And I never once saw him lose his cool But the thing I’ll remember most Is how he told a joke And I’ll keep flipping pennies for the next passerby
6.
Most days I don’t want to be found So I took to hiding in a crowd But the party’s thinning out Looks I’m the last one around Brother don’t let me down You’re the last friend I got in town He said it ain’t funny anymore Can’t watch you turn into another sad story We had some real good times But none of that is worth your life Brother won’t you draw the line It’s too early to be saying goodbye No one picking up the phone Guess I got my wish Now I’m all alone Been pushing it too far too long At the time I thought that made me strong I don’t want to let you down Gonna find a way to stick around Brother don’t let me down You’re the last friend I got in town
7.
Feeling uneasy On a bumpy road Like the shocks might go On the next pothole I’m hoping for the ocean Where the water’s cold Blue and free A lot like me Cold blue and free I ain’t got a hold of nothing But nothing’s got a hold of me Got me running from any kind of company So I’m hiding in the country That’s cold blue and free Standing on a hillside Wondering why Some feelings stay true And others fade with time I’m breathing in the air That the eagles ride Blue and free A lot like me Cold blue and free
8.
One place at a time Is where I try to keep my mind Sitting under this old oak tree Where I let it all unwind One place at a time Is where I try to keep my mind Sharing stories with some old men And drinking old man wine One place at a time Is where I try and keep my mind With you beside this fire And our hometown in your eyes I’ll be an old man if I’m lucky I’ll be with you if I’m still breathing Yeah that’s where I keep my mind One place at a time
9.
Sometimes the only reason A man is hard and mean is He brought a world of hell upon himself A body broken from the labor Making money to pay for Drinks for he and friends at the bar Flat knuckles from the faces Of those that needed chasing Out of town for doing good folks wrong He looked as tough as leather But paranoia did his heart and head in Till he was a sorry broken mess Always looking for a lover but But settlin' for any woman That’d shoot a smile his way He had a nasty inclination Of finding the worst in situations Yeah he could put a good time in the ditch You may color me judgmental But ask me and I'd tell you This song's about myself and most men I know But I'm holding on to hope That the next unlucky souls Find a way to save us from ourselves
10.
I hope you’re not drinking On my account No one’s to blame For a light that burned out Well I ain't alright But you ain’t wrong Sometimes there ain't no rhyme Just the end of a song We sat in the silence Long enough Got tough and held steady Like a fist fight in hand cuffs It don’t matter As much as we think And the whiskey Hasn’t changed a thing So if you’re drinking cause of me We’re even now I thought our time of sharing Was all but through But this cold empty feeling Was tailor made for us too
11.
I’m thinking bout leaving again Can’t hang a hat on a wall closing in But I already know it won’t matter where I go Cause trouble loves to ride a tail wind Rolling on watching the miles Spin round the odometer dial Quiets my mind and helps pass the time Till I’m lost down some old roadside My biggest crime Was being fooled To think this world was mine I’m just a visitor at best At worst a lousy houseguest That raids the fridge And leaves garabage behing I was born in a place Where no on gets on your case For being from out of town And I find it funny how Word gets around quiet towns I see your local pride When you stare at me like some outsider Soon I’ll be on my way If we meet again this will be the place Cause you’re not the traveling kind
12.
Got a broken back window And a cold wind of doubt roams The halls of my mind It pulls me away Even the brighest lights fade Till it all looks the same Locked up and lonesome Staring through hole of a Broken back window A yard of dead flowers Dodging calls at all hours A blank stare a country mile Locked up and lonesome Staring through the hole of a Broken back window Without warning You came through the backdoor And picked me up I’m trying to keep up And stay close with the good ones Think I’ll keep that broken window In case a broke down friend Needs to let himself in

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released October 22, 2021

Recorded at Hillhouse Studio
Engineered by Eric Patterson
Mixed by Eric Patterson and Dylan Nicholson
Mastered by Portola Studios

All Songs Written by Dylan Nicholson
Except “One Place At A Time”
Written By Eric Patterson

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The Turkey Buzzards Morro Bay, California

Dylan Nicholson (Greensboro, NC) and Eric Patterson (Lodi, CA) formed The Turkey Buzzards with a shared interest in the simple storytelling of classic and outlaw country.

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