Lyrics

90’s Tacoma – by Jackson Emmer & Terry Klein

90s Tacoma, I never owned ya
but I’ve seen you in my dreams and on the road.
Knobby tires, pickup topper,
there’s no place that Tacoma would not go.

It never breaks, it never stalls,
Not too big, not too small.
A little rusty, but so am I
90s Tacoma, wish you were mine.

High in the rockies, or southern swamp,
Mexicali, Indiana, to Vermont.
Construction workers and debutants,
90s Tacoma’s what we all want.

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No backup camera, no fancy screen.
Tape stuck in the deck, no mp3.
No navigation, no leather seats.
What it don’t have, you don’t need.

Acetaminophen – by Jackson Emmer

Dear Tellulah,
wish I could,
earn a dollar
not soaked in blood.

Feel the woofer
kick and thump.
I’m suckling baby
from an old gas pump-
Ain’t that living the dream?

Take me to America.
I want in, I want in.
Land of sex and fentanyl,
stolen graveyards,
and Acetaminophen.

Darling Johnny
Went to school.
His best friend shot him,
dead by noon.

All the others
hiding under a desk.
Land of the free,
not bad I guess.
Ain’t that living the dream?

Take me to America
I want in, I want in.
land of debt and opium,
stolen governors,
and Acetaminophen.

If you don’t like it,
you can leave.
At least that’s what
the proud tell me.
I ain’t coward,
think I’ll stay.
If I ain’t here
I know these things’ll never change-
Ain’t that living the dream?


Take me to America
I want in, I want in.
Land of milk and broken skin,
stolen orchards,
and Acetaminophen.

Chasing Gold – by Jackson Emmer & Mary Bragg

From Temecula to Tulsa,
Tokyo to Toronto,
Rode sheet metal dragons,
chasing silver, chasing gold-
Chasing Gold.

he stands twelve feet tall,
nothing that he can’t get done.
with his chest puffed out,
never known a tired tongue.

he’s an okay joke-teller,
working on it every day.
he’s a high-tone haymaker,
rolling down the lost highway.

From Temecula to Tulsa,
Tokyo to Toronto,
Rode sheet metal dragons,
chasing silver, chasing gold-
Chasing Gold.

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when the pine box calls
and aged bones are feeding bugs.
will the dollars earned
be worth your time away from love?

he’s a sharp dressed, rule breaker,
ain’t afraid to flip the bird.
in the line for god’s acre
he’s gotta have the final word.

I Don’t Want This (Job Interview Song) – by Terry Klein & Jackson Emmer

Tell me a little bit about yourself.
First off, I’m sorry I’m late.
What are your interests, hobbies and such?
I like spreadsheets and twelve hour days.

What’s your greatest weakness? I said, caring too much.
He said: I’ve heard that once or twice before.
I said: I’d be a great addition to your fine operation,
I’m just trying to get my foot in the door.

I don’t want this, but I need it.
One day you’ll fire me, either that or I’ll quit.
I don’t want this, but I need it.

Tell me about this gap here on your resume.
I moved to Nashville, then right back again.
He asked me how I deal with conflict at work.
When it’s hairy, man, I just don’t come in.
Where do you see yourself five years from now?
I’ll be a Powerball millionaire.
My future avocation is a lack of occupation,
I’ll be floating down the river, somewhere.

Chorus

Bridge
You and I are the same. Pawns in a rich man’s game.

I wish we’d quit pretending that I want to be your deputy,
regional assistant, manager of IT,
HR, QC, no sir, not me.

Chorus

Times Have Changed – by Jackson Emmer

I’m an old rock singer
howling at america.
I got a sour apple haircut,
swear I used to tear it up.
I miss the money and the chicks,
miss the way the whole thing was.

I’m a grey coke dealer
hanging on the edge of the block.
nose rot, thin hair,
sell you anything you want.
I had the governor in my pocket, 
these days all my charms are gone.

Times have changed
Times have changed
Nothing stays the same
Power or fame-
Times have changed

Blacktop Betty had a 
corvair pompadour king.
Powerglide shift knob,
really motivate that thing.
Letter jacket prom queen,
used to wear his old class ring.

Times have changed
Times have changed
Nothing stays the same
Kindle or flame-
Times have changed

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Grinning politician
with a cheap tie and an old line,
voted out of office
but he’s trying for the millionth time.
Says the easy money’s coming
and he’s turning water into wine.

Times have changed
Times have changed
Nothing stays the same
Except lies and blame.
Times have changed

When the Lawn Gets Dark – by Jackson Emmer

there’s an old man in the park
singing alabama hymns when the lawn gets dark.
lonesome pilgrim, lonesome thinker,
sandbar baby and a heavy duty drinker.

o’ that rat race? he don’t run it.
slow living buddy got no eye on the summit.
i know you see him, but will you walk?
and turn your lucky back the moment he talks?

how did you get
the way that you are? x2

conor’s hurting, cody too.
jack and rudy smeared the truth.
dharma brothers, but not by blood. 
methadone cowboys, staring at the sun.

chorus

bridge
can’t blame me for trying-
trying to understand.
but I want the answers in the palm of my hand.

chorus

there’s an old man in the park
singing alabama hymns when the lawn gets dark.