Chester Flatts
My attempt at writing a bluegrass tune and an opportunity to try my hand at some flat pickin’
… loosely based on a friends experiences growing up in a small town in the prairies … where everything is flat … you know, a place where you can watch your dog run away for a couple of days.
Lyrics:
Gomers
Gun racks
Pilsner beer
burnouts
grid road
haulin’ deer
Welcome to Chester Flatts
Country girls
And cousins too
Daisy dukes
and nothin’ to do
Welcome to Chester Flatts
Drag racing
on the service road
Booze cruisin’
with rye and coke
Welcome to Chester Flatts
Haulin’ a dead buck
in the back of the old stepside
Four by fourin’
What a ride
Fishin’ on the crick
down in the holler
Shootin’ varmints at the wrecking yard
Welcome to Chester Flatts
Hangin’ at the Big Bear truck stop
Waitin’ for my girl to bring my fries
Gomers
Gun racks
Pilsner beer
burnouts
grid road
haulin’ deer
Welcome to Chester Flatts
Welcome to Chester Flatts
Welcome to Chester Flatts
After I scraped the manure off'n mah boots from the first play, I just couldn't help hittin' replay. I'm itching' to download it and see what mah mandolin has to say about it.
Flat pick'n express.
Hell yeah! Thats some pickin and grinnin boy howdy! Great production! Top notch track!
Me and My Kin like your song Big Much. Oops, I pushed the "play" button again. First Rate Stan !!!!