"Too Tall" genre: Country Blues
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	Start with fiddle, double bass, brushed snare, add a suitcase sized harmonium, acoustic guitar and a worn voice and stir through a stomping of ones regard for the bar room bully.
	CD: She's No Game   Label: Immune Recordings Credits: lLionel Lodge - lead vocals and acoustic guitar, John Scot - harmonium, Becky Dellow - fiddle, James Anderson - double bass, Johnny Sticks - drumming
	Story Behind the Song I was sitting in my local, having a peaceful afternoon, when in walks the big tough guy whose always pushing everones noses. And I just sat there in the corner writing down these words I'd have for him if I had no cares about being rather smashed-up, I did, so I didn't. Lyrics So you're tough as nails 'cause you rode into hell just to come back again And you got no friends 'cause you don't trust them not to turn their backs again And you don't like women 'cause you know the one you're beating is going to try to leave again If I was you I'd think the whole thing through Before you get the rack again So you're standing at the bar Slamming down tequila Feeling real tough again Yeah, you're looking for a fight Just to round off the night To make you feel alive again And some girl just walked in Yeah, but she's with him So you're gonna letch again You don't try to pretend You don't care who you affend As long as you're a man again But do you think anyone would care If you were to just disappear Do you watch your back When your walking home all alone Too Tall's all alone Now you know that there's many Who will smile and act friendly 'cause they're scared again Just trying to get through the night Just trying to stay out of sight Of you're glare again And the bartender Doesn't want to affend ya So you get another drink again Yeah, you're king of the night With you're hate and your spite Acting like a jerk again So it's the end of the night And you drag your ass outa sight To be sick alone again Yeah, you pass out on the floor With your feet out the door Sleeping in your boots again But you got a big knief Yeah, to justify your life And push your point again But if I was you I'd think the whole thing through Before you get the rack again

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