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Keep it Local

“Keep It Local” by Mack Hollowpoint She said come on down to Texas And I’ll teach you how to dance I said I’m a Michigander, the sun Ain’t really my romance Kentucky was on the other line I told her I was doin’ fine She said come play the fiddle with me I said last time I drank all the shine Yeah, you know I’m gonna keep it local My guitar struggles here just fine The owner slides me a plate of rings Says, “Play that sad one one more time” And I smile through the smoke and neon Like it’s the only stage I need A busted amp and a barstool And a song that lets me bleed I don’t need no southern twang Or a ten-gallon hat to sing I got a flannel and a busted amp And a stool that don’t owe me a thing I play for tips and stories And the jukebox when it’s broke I ain’t chasin’ neon glory Just a laugh and a puff of smoke Yeah, you know I’m gonna keep it local My guitar struggles here just fine The owner slides me a plate of rings Says, “Play that sad one one more time” And I nod to the waitress smiling As she wipes down table nine This ain’t Nashville, but it’s honest And that suits this song of mine I ain’t got much, but I got this bar And a song that don’t need to rhyme I’ll take a cold one and a corner stool And play till closin’ time Let the chords ring out like church bells In a town that never sleeps Where the ghosts all hum the chorus And the jukebox sings it sweet Yeah, you know I’m gonna keep it local My guitar struggles here just fine The owner slides me a plate of rings Says, “Play that sad one one more time” And if I never make the Opry Or light up a marquee sign I’ll still be here with a busted smile And a song that’s truly mine From time to time… From time to time… Basket of onion rings And a damn good time