
Trumpet on the Corner
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- r&b/soul
- trumpet jazz
- rhythm guitar
- neo-soul
- male vocalist
- energetic
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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