The Opening Act by Drive-by Truckers
The Opening Act lyrics
There�s a big fat man on a mechanical bull in slow motion like Debra Winger
And he gets knocked off and I think he�s hurt,
It�s a bitch facing facts and figures
There�s a band on stage that used to be huge
They sound on but no one�s listening
They�re told to turn down and they politely oblige
Ain�t no such thing as a free ride
It ain�t my problem and it ain�t my show and I ain�t being condescending
It�s just the opening slot and I hit my mark and split as the crowd is thinning
The man�s on the guest list so I guess it will be alright�
So the paramedics arrive and they haul off that Urban Bovine Kneivel
I see my friend and give him all my money and tell myself it�s a necessary evil
And it�s all such a fleeting thing so I�d best try and enjoy it
So much beauty and just enough time to figure out how to destroy it
I�m just the opening act
And it ain�t my crowd and it ain�t my night but I�d be lying if I said I can�t relate
I�m just the opening act and the van is packed and I�m hauling ass to another state
And I�m driving north as the sun was rising over a Technicolor horizon
I reached out to touch you but you�re not there, a thousand miles away from here
I turned up the radio; heard some preacher talking salvation
My tank is half full and I reached over and changed the station
I�m just the opening act
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