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    "Crackertown"genre: Power Pop
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    Pure. Like staring in to the sun.
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    Story Behind the Song
    Touring down South in August in a van with no air conditioning and only two windows up front. We travelled in our oven for weeks to play shows for the sorriest lookin bunch of freaks. No money and too tired to care. It all came to a head in Alabama when someone called my friend a nigger and broke our plastic dracula doll.

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    Cookin our brains sweatin. August in a panel van, no window and no fan. Nigga please! Driving straight to Texas in the Alabama sun aint my idea of fun.
    Can't you see we're pushin uphill and we're getting nowhere fast. Our ship is sinking quickly and we're runnin out of rafts.

    Welcome to Crackertown we're rockin out in the underground. Down in Ybor City FLA. Playing for BBQ with Creedence Kansas and Lady Shoe. Welfare freaks dealin coke, up late night watching snuff videos. We're sleeping on their living room floor tonight. We shake the fleas off our sleeping bags and wait for the morning light.

    We aint pussies, we'd all had it a lot worse before, but once we'd all hit thirty we'd just hoped for something more.

    Welcome to Crackertown, dancing with white women is not allowed. They got poor Ken as mad as he can be. He's hiding under a blanket of frosting so we can't see. We played our show at the bar no one showed up except my freind Par. He's screaming "nappy headed jigaboo!" I was ashamed that I knew him. What the fuck happened to the you I knew.

    Now we can't come back from Crackertown.

    Welcome to Crackertown where no neck paint huffers party down. They get more stupid every town we play. Altanta, Savannah, Orlando and don't forget Tampa Bay. We fell apart in Mobile, just like so much smashed dracula. We couldn't get it back together again. Until we met Mitch McAnn in Austin Texas they loved the band.

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