"Times Like This" genre: Americana
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	Mid-tempo strut with attitude... Like A Rolling Stone circa Y2K...
	CD: Self-titled debut   Label: Stands Alone Records
	Lyrics I feel that I can't sit here no more For a fear that I might just rot to the core So send the judge and the jury in I think that it's time for my verdict to come Three weeks, feelin more like a year I don't know what I've been doing here So take me out of your one horse town 'Cause Lord sure knows I can't hang around CHORUS... Said what's your name, where are you going? Who's your destination, tomorrow morning? Grab a hold on tight of my waist And get up behind the wheel Baby living in times like this Who knows how we feel. In thirty years they should have figured it out But some people lost what it was all about The whole thing became quite a scene Like someone had envisioned in a movie dream So send the judge and the jury in I think that it's time for my verdict to come Maybe scrap this whole damn place And burn the rest the world on down to the ground CHORUS...

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