By Robbie Fulks
10/14/2010

Well, she’s got a temper like a Texas storm, my will’s strong as brick
Sometimes when we wanna get along, we both gotta get apart quick
Well, we’d take our troubles on the town to mend, but the town’s too small for that
So we take our stools and we just pretend we don’t know where the other one’s at

Chorus:
Parallel bars, one at my feet, one on the opposite side of the street
Where two hearts that just can’t meet hide ‘til the heartache’s gone
We had words we let fly, he took the low road and so did I
Straight downtown and now here we are, working it out in parallel bars

Don’t think I’m not thinking ‘bout your sweet face while I knock this 8-ball ‘round
While I’m across Main gettin’ yours erased, every highball I knock down
But about midnight, when the storm has blown, and the beer’s worn down our pride
We’re gonna be makin’ tracks back home and makin’ up side by side

Chorus

Recitation

When you begin to get old & feeble & ya can’t hardly get around
You remember back when you were the best dressed man in town
You ain’t got long to stay here you’re waiting for the day
That you can throw your false teeth and walking cane away

When you were in high school you used to jump and hop
Now everytime you start to move you begin to crack and pop
You talk about the good old days when you were in your prime
How you earned all that money, but you never spent a dime

By Robbie Fulks
7/29/2011

I never knew this place had so much empty space until tonight
When you walked right out the door
And so I walked to our bedside and pulled out that 45
That laid for years behind our chest of drawers

At first, it looked too worn to play, the label all but washed away
Then I made out the name of my old friend
Thirty years and a scratch or two, but when the needle hit the groove
I knew it was crying time again

Chorus:
The Buck starts here
With Hank sure to follow
Turn him up loud and clear
He’s singing my sorrow
Let the sad songs roll on
Through a house filled with tears
Where the good times is gone
The Buck starts here

The people in the house next door think I’m tearing up the floor
It’s half past four, my lights are burning bright
But this occasion’s no big deal, it’s just some boys from Bakersfield
Who came around to help me through the night

Chorus

By Robbie Fulks
7/29/2010

Well it’s a vile world but that’s all right
Long as the little king’s alive
In a day of shifting styles
His damage will last awhile
Dizzy in a fever of muscle and chrome
This jerkwater town burned like Rome
Truckled to the torch of one savage kid
That’s how to rule, that’s how to live

Chorus:
When you’re old and not so clever
When you’re dragging your ghost around
These wild years won’t last forever
This kingdom comes right down!

Little King had a Midas hand
Anything he touched turned yellow and ran
Rebel boys, half-witted and brave
Felt lucky to follow and slave
And from the back of his eyes, some demon sprung
Made young men wanna touch bottles and guns
Make Pleistocene creatures of Mom and Dad
Twice more kick than your real kings had

It’s a vile world, but that’s O.K.
That’s where the smart bucks are today
Tortoise shells and a wedding ring
So much for the “little king.”
But, see that hilltop, gutted and bare
15 years back a King walked there
Now some half-wit hellspawn’s gonna take his turn
That’s how to crash, that’s how to burn