This song started as (another) riff on my Yamaha/guitar program/sound. I brought it back home from Ohio after playing with Rard for many fruitful hours. I had a couple of verses and an idea where it was going and came home buzzin' and I wrote three songs!!!.. This is one of 'em.
Thanks to Randy (Rard) for inspiration, support, grooves and laffs.
All instruments/VST sounds/drums/percussion: John Howarth (me)
Vocals: Me
Acoustic slide: Me
I WAS HANGIN’ IN A BAR, FEELIN’ QUITE BIZARRE
DRINKIN’ MORE THAN I SHOULDA BEEN
WHEN A SCARFACED CRACKPOT DROPPED THE JACKPOT
ON A GAMBLIN’ MACHINE
THIS TERMINATOR-GUY HAD A LOOK IN HIS EYE THAT SAID,
IT’S TIME TO FINISH YOUR BEER,
DRINK UP AND GET OUTA HERE.
BUT AS I HEADED OUT, I HEARD A SHOUT
AND SAW THE CRACKPOT HIT THE FLOOR
THE TERMINATOR-GUY HAD HIT HIM IN THE EYE
AND WAS ABOUT TO HIT HIM SOME MORE
HUH! SHOULD I STAY, OR RUN AWAY?
THE ANSWER TO ME WAS CLEAR.
I GOTTA GET OUTA HERE!
WOOH – OOH – OOH. OOH – OOH – OOH. OOH – OOH – OOH.
I GOTTA GET OUT… I GOTTA GET OUTA HERE!
BEFORE THE COUNT OF FOUR, I WAS OUTA THE DOOR
HOT-FOOTIN’ IT DOWN THE STREET
BUT TERMINATOR-GUY, MAN, HE COULD FLY
AND I’D LOST CONTROL OF MY FEET
HE GRABBED ME AS I FELL AND I HEARD HIM YELL
LIKE A BULL-HORN IN MY EAR,
“WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!”
HE SAID THE SCAR-FACED CRACKPOT WHO DROPPED THE JACKPOT
WAS AN ENEMY OF MINE
AND IF I’D HAVE HUNG AROUND, HE’D HAVE SHOT ME DOWN
TO CHANGE EVENTS IN TIME
SEEMS’ I’LL BE A HERO THEN, A LEADER OF MEN
SO, THIS AIN’T NO TIME FOR FEAR
I GOTTA GET OUTA HERE!
SLIDE SOLO
WELL HERE I AM WITH TERMINATOR-MAN
WHO CAME BACK IN TIME TO KEEP ME ALIVE
SEEMS AT A FUTURE DATE THAT IT’S MY FATE
TO HELP MANKIND SURVIVE
WHAT IF IT’S ALL A DREAM, OR SOME CRAZY SCHEME,
OR THAT ONE-TOO-MANY BEER?
I GOTTA GET OUTA HERE!
THANKS FOR LISTENING.