Concert Blues

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Intro

Well I woke up this mornin' with a ticket in my hand

My buddies thought they'd treat me to some concert that was planned

I didn't read the fine print till I pulled up to the gate

Now I'm trapped in sequin hell and brother, it's too late

Pre-Verse

The screams are gettin' louder as the lights begin to dim

I'd trade my front row seat for some old records with real vim

The speakers start a-blastin' and the crowd begins to roar

While I'm searchin' desperately to find the exit door

Verse 1

I hear that fan train comin', it's rollin' 'round the bend

And I ain't seen no quiet since, I don't know when

I'm stuck at this loud concert, and time keeps draggin' on

While folks out there are listenin' to songs that I don't want[Verse 1]

I hear that fan train comin', it's rollin' 'round the bend

And I ain't seen no quiet since, I don't know when

I'm stuck at this loud concert, and time keeps draggin' on

While folks out there are listenin' to songs that I don't want

Chorus

When I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son

Always pick your music with some taste when you are grown"

But I went to this show now, oh how I want to flee

This pop music keeps killin' me, killin' me

Verse 2

I bet there's folks in Memphis swingin' to the real deal sound

They're watchin' sequined jumpsuits and hair all slicked down

Well, I know I had it comin', I bought these tickets weeks ago

And now my ears are ringin' from this overpriced show

Chorus

When I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son

Always pick your music with some taste when you are grown"

But I went to this show now, oh how I want to flee

This pop music keeps killin' me, killin' me

Verse 3

I got all this merchandise piled high in my truck

Gonna drive out to the desert where there ain't no luck

I'll make myself a bonfire 'neath that western sky

And think about the King while these souvenirs fry

Verse 4

Well if they freed me from this concert, if that bell would only ring

I'd head on down to Vegas where they honor the true King

Far away from bracelets and them heart signs in the air

To hear some good old rock 'n' roll with real soul and flair

Chorus

When I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son

Always pick your music with some taste when you are grown"

But I went to this show now, oh how I want to flee

This pop music keeps killin' me, killin' me

Outro

Next time I'll see old Elvis, though he's been long dead and gone

'Cause even his impersonators beat this modern song

I hear that exit callin', I'm headed for the door

This pop music won't kill me, won't kill me no more