Bass Guitar, lyrics.
Interested in many genres.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Wake up with the words on the tip of my pen.
Gotta write em down, gotta do it then.
Try to set some limits, but my heart isn't in it.
Gotta write the song, gotta write the song.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
You put the pen to paper, out flows the ink.
Words you never spoke before are the who, the what, the when.
You try to tell the story of the future, present, past.
You gotta write the song, gotta write the song.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
The words that you look for are stored up in the clouds.
They fall down on your head and soak into your dreams.
You better write them down, if you know what's best.
You gotta write the song, gotta write the song.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
The sleeping you knows the things the waking you won't.
It writes the words when you wake, even if you don't.
Your brain working hard all night, fails to give you rest.
You gotta write the song, gotta write the song.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Sun creeping out, on the road early,
not much traffic, not in a hurry,
hit the cruise control, not one worry.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
Keep checking on my six, don't know why,
don't even need to, I'm in the middle lane,
let the others speed through.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
Left at the ocean, sliding down the beach,
idling past the tourists, flowing with the breeze,
in no hurry, no place to be.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
Rolling by the piers, the workers & the locals,
cranking Bradley on the stereo, makes me think of long ago.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
Further on down, pull into the surf shop,
my log is on top, gotta see my bros, gotta check my spot.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
The sea is flat today, nothing there to ride,
no sun today, its choice to hide.
Hit the Harbor Fish, gonna feed my body, gotta feed my mind.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
Head on back home, cause I gotta work tonight,
gotta get the money, gotta keep the ride.
Had a good day today, yeah, had a good day today.
Yeah, had a good day today, had a good day today.
Yeah, had a good day today, had a good day today.
The six-fingered guitarist plays the riff just right.
The two-fingered Bass player keeps the rhythm tight.
The one-armed Drummer boy is missing half the beats.
The cowboy mouth singer always brings the heat.
The song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
Yeah, the song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
The cover band heroes are here to rock your night.
They won't replace your favorite band, but if you let them, they just might.
They're living out their dreams in a bar, it's true.
They've practiced every day and night just to play for you.
The song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
Yeah, the song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
They won't play any boy bands, or any pop songs either.
They won't play new music, or any disco fever.
They play the classics, Zep, the Who, Skynyrd,
and Deep Purple.
ACDC, ZZ Top, Jethro Tull, Bad Company,
and A Perfect Circle.
The song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
Yeah, the song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
They don't do it for the money, they don't do it for the fame.
They do it for applause, for the love of the game.
If you wanna hear a song, just make a request.
Then buy a round, give a tip, show your respect.
The song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
Yeah, the song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Wake up with the words on the tip of my pen.
Gotta write em down, gotta do it then.
Try to set some limits, but my heart isn't in it.
Gotta write the song, gotta write the song.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
You put the pen to paper, out flows the ink.
Words you never spoke before are the who, the what, the when.
You try to tell the story of the future, present, past.
You gotta write the song, gotta write the song.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
The words that you look for are stored up in the clouds.
They fall down on your head and soak into your dreams.
You better write them down, if you know what's best.
You gotta write the song, gotta write the song.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
The sleeping you knows the things the waking you won't.
It writes the words when you wake, even if you don't.
Your brain working hard all night, fails to give you rest.
You gotta write the song, gotta write the song.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Sun creeping out, on the road early,
not much traffic, not in a hurry,
hit the cruise control, not one worry.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
Keep checking on my six, don't know why,
don't even need to, I'm in the middle lane,
let the others speed through.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
Left at the ocean, sliding down the beach,
idling past the tourists, flowing with the breeze,
in no hurry, no place to be.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
Rolling by the piers, the workers & the locals,
cranking Bradley on the stereo, makes me think of long ago.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
Further on down, pull into the surf shop,
my log is on top, gotta see my bros, gotta check my spot.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
The sea is flat today, nothing there to ride,
no sun today, its choice to hide.
Hit the Harbor Fish, gonna feed my body, gotta feed my mind.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
Head on back home, cause I gotta work tonight,
gotta get the money, gotta keep the ride.
Had a good day today, yeah, had a good day today.
Yeah, had a good day today, had a good day today.
Yeah, had a good day today, had a good day today.
The six-fingered guitarist plays the riff just right.
The two-fingered Bass player keeps the rhythm tight.
The one-armed Drummer boy is missing half the beats.
The cowboy mouth singer always brings the heat.
The song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
Yeah, the song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
The cover band heroes are here to rock your night.
They won't replace your favorite band, but if you let them, they just might.
They're living out their dreams in a bar, it's true.
They've practiced every day and night just to play for you.
The song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
Yeah, the song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
They won't play any boy bands, or any pop songs either.
They won't play new music, or any disco fever.
They play the classics, Zep, the Who, Skynyrd,
and Deep Purple.
ACDC, ZZ Top, Jethro Tull, Bad Company,
and A Perfect Circle.
The song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
Yeah, the song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
They don't do it for the money, they don't do it for the fame.
They do it for applause, for the love of the game.
If you wanna hear a song, just make a request.
Then buy a round, give a tip, show your respect.
The song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
Yeah, the song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
I've been staying at the Hotel Chevrolet.
Tried explaining in my same old way.
Yeah, this time I really screwed up.
So now I'm sleeping in the bed of my truck.
Well, everything started out just right.
A dozen roses, and we danced all night.
I walked her home, got a kiss goodnight.
Yeah, everything was just right.
But now I'm staying at the Hotel Chevrolet.
Tried explaining in my same old way.
Yeah, this time I really screwed up.
So now I'm sleeping in the bed of my truck.
I bought a ring; she said I do.
Small Church wedding with family and friends.
Couldn't afford a honeymoon right then.
We'd do it later we said with a grin.
But now I'm staying at the Hotel Chevrolet.
Tried explaining in my same old way.
Yeah, this time I really screwed up.
So now I'm sleeping in the bed of my truck.
Planned one kid, and now we got three.
We're working hard, but money's real tight.
We have good times, days at the lake,
Little league games, and guitar lessons too.
For now, I'm staying at the Hotel Chevrolet.
Tried explaining in my same old way.
Yeah, this time I really screwed up.
So now I'm sleeping in the bed of my truck.
Well, she's probably right, I'm probably wrong.
I think as I sing this same old song.
Don't you worry, it'll work out okay.
Cause our love story just don't end this way.
I'm tired of staying at the Hotel Chevrolet.
Tried explaining in my same old way.
Yeah, this time I really screwed up.
So, I've been sleeping in the bed of my truck.
She was the meanest Critter that I ever met.
She had Crocodile tears and a Rattlesnake kiss.
She spent all my money, and she ran up a debt.
But the worst day was the day she left.
I tell everyone I forgot her name.
But the truth is, she’s stuck in my brain.
Yeah, I tell everyone I forgot her name.
But the truth is, she’s stuck in my brain.
She was the meanest Critter that I ever met.
With the devil in her eyes and her barb wire tats,
she cussed like a sailor but looked good in a dress.
But the worst day was the day she left.
I tell everyone I forgot her name.
But the truth is, she’s stuck in my brain.
Yeah, I tell everyone I forgot her name.
But the truth is, she’s stuck in my brain.
She was the meanest Critter that I ever met.
I let her drive my truck and that I regret.
She blew up the motor and left it for dead.
But the worst day was the day she left.
I tell everyone I forgot her name.
But the truth is, she’s stuck in my brain.
Yeah, I tell everyone I forgot her name.
But the truth is, she’s stuck in my brain.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Wake up with the words on the tip of my pen.
Gotta write em down, gotta do it then.
Try to set some limits, but my heart isn't in it.
Gotta write the song, gotta write the song.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
You put the pen to paper, out flows the ink.
Words you never spoke before are the who, the what, the when.
You try to tell the story of the future, present, past.
You gotta write the song, gotta write the song.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
The words that you look for are stored up in the clouds.
They fall down on your head and soak into your dreams.
You better write them down, if you know what's best.
You gotta write the song, gotta write the song.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
The sleeping you knows the things the waking you won't.
It writes the words when you wake, even if you don't.
Your brain working hard all night, fails to give you rest.
You gotta write the song, gotta write the song.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
My mind is always racing.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Racing, hunting, spinning.
Sun creeping out, on the road early,
not much traffic, not in a hurry,
hit the cruise control, not one worry.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
Keep checking on my six, don't know why,
don't even need to, I'm in the middle lane,
let the others speed through.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
Left at the ocean, sliding down the beach,
idling past the tourists, flowing with the breeze,
in no hurry, no place to be.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
Rolling by the piers, the workers & the locals,
cranking Bradley on the stereo, makes me think of long ago.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
Further on down, pull into the surf shop,
my log is on top, gotta see my bros, gotta check my spot.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
The sea is flat today, nothing there to ride,
no sun today, its choice to hide.
Hit the Harbor Fish, gonna feed my body, gotta feed my mind.
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good day today.
Yeah, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be a good today.
Head on back home, cause I gotta work tonight,
gotta get the money, gotta keep the ride.
Had a good day today, yeah, had a good day today.
Yeah, had a good day today, had a good day today.
Yeah, had a good day today, had a good day today.
The six-fingered guitarist plays the riff just right.
The two-fingered Bass player keeps the rhythm tight.
The one-armed Drummer boy is missing half the beats.
The cowboy mouth singer always brings the heat.
The song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
Yeah, the song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
The cover band heroes are here to rock your night.
They won't replace your favorite band, but if you let them, they just might.
They're living out their dreams in a bar, it's true.
They've practiced every day and night just to play for you.
The song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
Yeah, the song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
They won't play any boy bands, or any pop songs either.
They won't play new music, or any disco fever.
They play the classics, Zep, the Who, Skynyrd,
and Deep Purple.
ACDC, ZZ Top, Jethro Tull, Bad Company,
and A Perfect Circle.
The song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
Yeah, the song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
They don't do it for the money, they don't do it for the fame.
They do it for applause, for the love of the game.
If you wanna hear a song, just make a request.
Then buy a round, give a tip, show your respect.
The song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
Yeah, the song you've heard before is one you'll hear again.
It'll echo in your head all night, round and round it spins.
I've been staying at the Hotel Chevrolet.
Tried explaining in my same old way.
Yeah, this time I really screwed up.
So now I'm sleeping in the bed of my truck.
Well, everything started out just right.
A dozen roses, and we danced all night.
I walked her home, got a kiss goodnight.
Yeah, everything was just right.
But now I'm staying at the Hotel Chevrolet.
Tried explaining in my same old way.
Yeah, this time I really screwed up.
So now I'm sleeping in the bed of my truck.
I bought a ring; she said I do.
Small Church wedding with family and friends.
Couldn't afford a honeymoon right then.
We'd do it later we said with a grin.
But now I'm staying at the Hotel Chevrolet.
Tried explaining in my same old way.
Yeah, this time I really screwed up.
So now I'm sleeping in the bed of my truck.
Planned one kid, and now we got three.
We're working hard, but money's real tight.
We have good times, days at the lake,
Little league games, and guitar lessons too.
For now, I'm staying at the Hotel Chevrolet.
Tried explaining in my same old way.
Yeah, this time I really screwed up.
So now I'm sleeping in the bed of my truck.
Well, she's probably right, I'm probably wrong.
I think as I sing this same old song.
Don't you worry, it'll work out okay.
Cause our love story just don't end this way.
I'm tired of staying at the Hotel Chevrolet.
Tried explaining in my same old way.
Yeah, this time I really screwed up.
So, I've been sleeping in the bed of my truck.
She was the meanest Critter that I ever met.
She had Crocodile tears and a Rattlesnake kiss.
She spent all my money, and she ran up a debt.
But the worst day was the day she left.
I tell everyone I forgot her name.
But the truth is, she’s stuck in my brain.
Yeah, I tell everyone I forgot her name.
But the truth is, she’s stuck in my brain.
She was the meanest Critter that I ever met.
With the devil in her eyes and her barb wire tats,
she cussed like a sailor but looked good in a dress.
But the worst day was the day she left.
I tell everyone I forgot her name.
But the truth is, she’s stuck in my brain.
Yeah, I tell everyone I forgot her name.
But the truth is, she’s stuck in my brain.
She was the meanest Critter that I ever met.
I let her drive my truck and that I regret.
She blew up the motor and left it for dead.
But the worst day was the day she left.
I tell everyone I forgot her name.
But the truth is, she’s stuck in my brain.
Yeah, I tell everyone I forgot her name.
But the truth is, she’s stuck in my brain.
Bass Guitar, lyrics.
Interested in many genres.
