Twang Town Blues

Bob Cutter came to Twang Town with a briefcase in his hand
From old L.A. to light the way to the Promised Land
With a head full of ideas and a pocketful of cash
An alligator smile white dust on his moustache
Buck Traffic came to Twang Town back in ‘92
With a guitar full of songs manure on this shoes
Bob Cutter told young Buck “I’m making you a star”
Took all of his songs and title maxed his car
While somewhere in the distance and hound dog howled
He’s got the Twang Town Blues the Twang Town Blues
You won’t read about it in the Music City News
Last night he dreamed of Johnny that he was still alive
Tonight he’ll kill a six-pack just to watch it die
Faye Belle came to Twang Town in 2003
Out to get a record deal then get on CMT
Her daddy’s darling daughter her momma’s pride and joy
Set out to be the heartthrob of every country boy
Bob Cutter he was waiting he had her in his sights
But she took all his money as they read him his rights