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A Place We Could Call Home (Turncoat Collective)

from Spud Bugs EP by Spud Bugs

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Trevor &Katie when traveling the united states we're in a band called Turncoat Collective, An awesome dude Named Nick Turncoat wrote all the lyrics to the songs the band played, the band was made up of 5-10 kids coming in and out constantly being a collective. This song is in memory of that.
We love you Nick!
See you back on the road.
cheers brother!

lyrics

sitting by the tracks out side of the yard
i hear the whistle blowing the trains chuggin hard by the time it gets to us, it's going to fast to hop.
Underneath the bridge in Nashville Tennessee finally the train stops just for me, but not before we get hassled by the cops.

So its back out on the road
same stories are always told
to me it don't get old.

well I grew up in the backwoods, moved out into the streets
So not to burden those i love and i got somewhere to sleep
Because i refuse to sell myself, shorter than I'm worth.

So i wake up in the morning with the sun beating down
upon my dirty face as i lie on the ground
Pack up my gear and its time for a long days work

So it's back out on the road,
same stories are always told
To me it don't get old

While you're whining about being alone
complaining about being cold
to me it don't get old

Spending most my time on street corners and on ramps
I've been searching through the city for a place to camp
stuffing my face with some strangers leftovers

Cause there's no sense in paying for what should be free
Like food, transportation, and PROPERTY!
I'll die before accepting wages from some lazy share holders.

So it's back out on the road,
same stories are always told
To me it don't get old

While you're whining about being alone
complaining about being cold
to me it don't get old!

Search for something more the older that i get
If we can change the world even a little bit
But its hard to make a change when you're in it on your own

And all the country miles that we all can walk!
and all the fucking freight trains we could hop!
couldn't lead us to a place we could call home
we could call home
A place we could call home
we could call home
A place we could call home.

credits

from Spud Bugs EP, released February 12, 2016
Nick Turncoat [Turncoat Collective] - Lyrics and original general musical progression
Katie,Trevor,- Viola&banjo additions
Nick,Steven, Hambone- music

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Spud Bugs Cortland, New York

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Katie- Vox/Violin
Trevor- Vox/Octave Mandolin
Chloe- Vox/Banjo
Jenson-Vox/Washboard

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