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Loser of the Year
02:56
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I've had it up to here
Every piece of good in me
Watch it disappear
And burn up completely
I'm running out of fear
For the things that make me cold
Loser of the Year
Ain't no comfort in growing old
There goes my life
Where did it go?
It suffocates the light
Now my wheels are moving slow
There goes my life
I'm tired of scraping by
No crumbs are left for me
Just look me in the eye
Put some faith in honesty
I'm running out of time
Yeah the doors are slamming shut
I'm making up my mind
Giving in to giving up
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Silver Queen
03:59
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Forget what you heard
I left my bleeding heart in Harrisonburg
Sleeping on the floor with the shadows
With the big trucks shaking the windows
I felt the life bleed out of me
Like the faded lights of the factory
I know it brings you down
I can't go back to Shepherdstown
My right hand stayed glued to my weakness
While my left hand carried your secrets
I watched my life slip from my grasp
Like a viper through the grass
Bury me in the holler
That's named for my family
Blue eyes of my father
Grandma's willow tree
Set me free
You know I'll be alright
Just keep the city out of sight
What's the point to name a home?
It's just another place to be alone
Scatter me with the summer seeds
And I'll grow as tall as the silver queen
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Watered Down
03:49
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Watered down like another happy hour round
I'd like to decide which hill I'll die upon tonight
Ribs are sore, you lost the fight in Baltimore
He looks just like you, her wish is coming true
You ain't got no sense fighting this alone
Already wrote that song a long long time ago
Feeling stuck, you wasted twenty years a drunk
And I didn't come here to rain on your parade
You were dumb, almost gave in to Charleston
Forget 'em all, you'll cut the net before the fall
It's drying up, all the love that filled your cup
Convinced you left the best of you behind
I'll hang around some nowhere mountain town
And you won't call, and neither will I
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Telecaster
03:27
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I've been barely holding on
Using only my brain and brawn
And it ain't enough to change how I feel
I can play 300 shows
Back to back in a fucking row
And it ain't gonna get me a deal
I don't wanna be home no more
And I don't wanna always be on tour
Telecaster in my hand
Get my ass back in the van
All the big shots trying half as hard
They're gonna make it twice as far
As me and my country loving boys
I just want my songs to stand
At least somewhat of a chance
Before my ambition gets destroyed
I don't wanna be home no more
And I don't wanna always be on tour
Telecaster in my hand
Get your ass back in the van
I've been barely holding on...
...telecaster in my hand
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Hallelujah
03:27
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How much darkness did you hide away for me?
I'll never forgive you swallowing the key
I was young once, hitting all the marks
How they enjoyed snuffing out the sparks
Hallelujah, good luck, and fuck off
I'm building a bridge from West Virginia, west
To my Kentucky darlings that I love the best
Double down, raise all the stakes
I was born ready to make my own mistakes
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Tucker Riggleman & The Cheap Dates Morgantown, West Virginia
“Musically, 'Shotgun' sounds like the result of Steve Earle hopping on stage with Big Star in a dimly lit dive bar with a
healthy dose of early Old 97’s. Riggleman’s voice rings with a prophetic honesty over overdriven guitar chords. The song’s mid-tempo lilt sounds like the open road."
— Glide Magazine
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Tucker played bass in this garage band for a LONG time. This is a personal favorite record of theirs.
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Tucker was a songwriter, bassist, guitarist for this alt-country outfit that reunited for some shows in 2018 with Mike playing drums.
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