Cuero Dudes - Buck Meek

Lyrics by：Buck Meek

Composed by：Adam Brisbin/Buck Meek

Produced by：Matt Davidson

Carl and Ginny drowned on Sunday

In nine phases of losing life

No witness behind the waves

Only blue eyes radiate light

The king tide still covers the highway

Though the swell faded overnight

Go down look at it sideways

See the new moon paint the new design

There's too many stories to remember

Too many stories to tell

Too many stories

My friend Grey played the bass

With a bad Mister Michael H

It was a private party thing

In a barn somewhere fancy way upstate

A hog head hung above the stage

Mike said Grey baby you know what to do

Once the music started moving

That hog head started moving too

There's too many stories to remember

Too many stories to tell

Too many stories

One of Charlie Peavey's early memories

Was his daddy drinking in the afternoon

Playing poker in the kitchen

With a wild bunch of cuero dudes

His momma locked in upstairs bedroom

Climbed out the window with Charlie around her neck

Down the trellis of roses

She was bleeding all over as they snuck around the back

There's too many stories to remember

Too many stories to tell

Too many stories

There's too many stories to remember

Too many stories to tell

Too many stories