There's a lot of similarities between what I do for a living and what politicians do for a living.
Mainly because we're starting on the same line of work, because we want y'all to believe everything we say.
Now, it really goes back before politics, before rock and roll, before hillbilly music.
And it probably, we learned everything that we know from the old medicine shows.
We used to travel around the country, and they had remedies for everything.
They'd always tell you they could cure anything.
I got it right here, I got just what you need.
Had some girls tell me that too.
Nowadays, I don't have to go out and do it by myself, though.
I have a formidable supporting cast.
I'm talking about the Mighty Dukes from Nashville, Tennessee.
Beginning with, because he has seniority in the organization, the Reverend Dr. Ken Moore on the keyboards.
Y'all be mine.
One of the new Dukes on the bass from Nashville, Tennessee, Kelly Looney.
A veteran back from the wars of the past three years, Michael McAdam on guitar from Richmond, Virginia.
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It still clarity to with, by a big baxter.
It was.
It was.
And once a bud, and I just turning aω my bedroom.
It was it was very, very weird to flooded the bathroom.
I'm so sorry.
It's true, thank you to my brother Eric, I'm sorry.
The newest duke, from Nashville, Tennessee, would you please welcome Craig Wright on the drums.
And on semi-permanent loan to us, from Webb Wilder, would you please welcome the twangler Donnie Roberts on guitar.
See, they make it easy. I get them cranked up full blast, I can sell y'all anything.
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I could sell you probably this bandana.
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I could maybe even sell you this beat-to-hell car I got sitting in my driveway that hadn't started in two months.
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I tried real hard, and I dug down real deep, and the dukes was really blastin' on a good night.
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I might even be able to sell you some snake oil.
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A rock
Well, your car's a burner, don't race up
I ain't seen a car since the 10th of June
I can't open up the sky, people have no fear
You ain't impressed yet, just tell me what you want to hear
Well, you lost your phone, so you moved to town
Get a job, you shut the factory down
You sit around all day laughing, saying you're blue
You need to think about your heart, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do
I'll step right up
I'm sick and I can't breathe, oh yeah
I'm sick and it's all sun
Now, ain't your president good for you?
Not a minute, every day, two, five, six, seven, eight, seven, nine, ten
I'm sick and I can't breathe, oh yeah
Dreamin' and havin' people, you're gonna get loud just like
Like
Let's go, stick on, yeah
Let's go, stick on, yeah
We'll stick on, yeah
We'll stick on, yeah
We'll stick on, yeah
We'll stick on, yeah
We'll stick on, yeah
Let's get around for a long, long time
We'll stick on, yeah

Let's get around for a long, long time