Story Behind the Song
2001 recording at Chicken Shack. Ken Coomer on drums and Brad Jones on bass.
Lyrics
Well, I grew up in a little town
Out in the west where the sun goes down
The people there weren't free, ya know
They were chained to their lives by that damned old coal
I was a lonely boy but I can't complain
Cause god gave me family and he taught me to sing
The tenor part on a wooden pew
With my clip-on tie and my new Sunday shoe
Over there, over there
I bet that twenty more people wanna hear my song
Over there, over there
I bet that twenty more people wanna hear my song
As I grew up, I couldn't turn away
From the things in my heart that I had to say
About the common who don't complain
About a sixty hour week in the driving rain
I got a singing job in a local bar
But I knew that gig wouldn't get me far
So I moved away feeling mighty strong
Cause twenty more people wanna hear my song
Over there, over there
I bet that twenty more people wanna hear my song
Over there, over there
I bet that twenty more people wanna hear my song
Well, now I ride all day and sleep all night
If I'm down before the dawn, it just don't seem right
People wake up cold cause I got to go
Cause twenty more people at another damn show
Over there, over there
I bet that twenty more people wanna hear my song
Over there, over there
I bet that twenty more people wanna hear my song
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