Drive-By Truckers - Opening Act lyrics

[Drive-By Truckers - Opening Act lyrics]

There's a big fat man on a
Mechanical bull in slow motion
Like Debra Winger
And he gets knocked off and I think he's hurt
It's a bitch facing facts and figures
There's a band on stage that used to be huge
They're on but no one's listening
And they're asked to turn down
And they politely oblige
Ain't no such thing as a free ride

And it ain't my night and it ain't my town
And I ain't being condescending
It's just the opening slot and I hit my mark
And leave as the crowd is thinning
But the man's on the guest list
So I guess it'll be alright
Said the man's on the guest list
So I guess it'll be alright
Said the man's on the guest list
So I guess it'll be alright


The man's on the guest list
In a little while the paramedics come
And they haul off that Urban Bovine Knievel
And I see my friend and I
Give him all my money
And I tell myself it's a necessary evil
And it's all such a fleeting thing
So I guess I'd best try and enjoy it
All this beauty and just enough time
To figure out how to destroy it

I'm just the opening act

And it ain't my crowd and it ain't my night
But, I'd be lying if I said I can't relate
I'm just the opening act and
The van is packed
And I'm hauling ass to another state

And I'm driving north as the sun is risin'
Over a technicolor horizon
I reached out to touch you
And you're not there
You're a thousand miles away from here
And I turned on the radio
And heard some preacher talking salvation
My tank is half-full
And I reached over and changed the station

I'm just the opening act

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