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Trumpet on the Corner

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Lyrics

Intro

Mm-hmm

Mm

Oh-oh

Verse 1

Last bell rings and I'm out that door

Tossed my badge in the drawer

Somebody's blowing brass down the block

My shoulders drop

Bought a soda and a lottery ticket

Watch the suits all scurry like crickets

Ain't got nowhere to be but here

Ain't got one single thing to fear

Pre-Chorus

And the horns start to hum in my chest

Every Monday I survived I forget

Something sweet in the air tonight

Something warm and something right

Chorus

Friday night I'm a different man

Two left feet and a pocket of plans

Clock is dead and I don't look back

Everything I owe I'll pay it back

We gon' move til the streetlamps quit

Hold my drink let the trumpet hit

When the week comes crawling in again

I'll be right here where I've always been

Post-Chorus

Oh-oh-oh

Mm-hmm

Oh-oh-oh

Yeah

Verse 2

Trumpet man plays it loose and low

I don't know a soul but I'm in the flow

Bartender knows my drink by now

Somehow

My phone is dead and I let it stay

Let the rhythm take the wheel today

Every worry that I carried all week

Is a small thing now

A quiet thing now

Pre-Chorus

And the horns start to hum in my chest

Every Monday I survived I forget

Something sweet in the air tonight

Something warm and something right

Chorus

Friday night I'm a different man

Two left feet and a pocket of plans

Clock is dead and I don't look back

Everything I owe I'll pay it back

We gon' move til the streetlamps quit

Hold my drink let the trumpet hit

When the week comes crawling in again

I'll be right here where I've always been

Post-Chorus

Oh-oh-oh

Mm-hmm

Oh-oh-oh

Yeah

Bridge

Every worry I was holding

Every email going cold

Every dollar I was folding

Every story I was told

I'm leaving it

I'm leaving it

Right there on the table by the door

I don't need it anymore

Chorus

Friday night I'm a different man

Two left feet and a pocket of plans

Clock is dead and I don't look back

Everything I owe I'll pay it back

We gon' move til the streetlamps quit

Hold my drink let the trumpet hit

When the week comes crawling in again

I'll be right here where I've always been

Post-Chorus

Oh-oh-oh

Mm-hmm

Oh-oh-oh

Yeah

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