by Andy Fuhrman

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  • 04:13 Download Story THAT'S WHEN I KNEW
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  • 04:23 Download Lyrics IT WASN'T BILLY'S FAULT

  • 04:00 Download Lyrics I GOT A CALL FROM 45 TODAY


    Written by Andy Fuhrman © Copyright August 2, 2017. All Rights Reserved


    Well I received a call earlier today

    From the president of the USA

    Saying he’s digging the music that I play

    He says it’s got some rock and it’s got some roll

    It’s got some country and a whole lot of soul

    And he’d like me to do a show for him and his pals today

    I got a call from 45 today


    He says I’m sorry boys

    The White House’s a dump

    Not fitting for anyone named Trump

    I’d like to have you play at my pad down in Palm Beach

    Say’s he’s his old buddy Putin will be coming

    And wants to hear the tunes I’m strumming

    Can I be here ‘bout 8 o’clock tonight?


    Tells me he’s sending over his private jet

    To take me to where he’s at

    And there’ll be all sorts of treats on the flight for me

    Well that last part sounded mighty good

    And it didn’t take long to figure if I would

    So I thanked him and this is what I said


    I says 45, you make me sick

    You’re egocentric, racist who thinks he slick

    You and your pals are bringing our country down

    Your brain is like a cesspool there’s no doubt

    You never give a thought of what comes out of your mouth

    And you and your pals are taking our country down


    Your life has been filled with greed, corruption and graft

    You scammed your way out of the Vietnam draft

    The great negotiator is nothing more than a con artist from Queens

    As I hung up I told him he can kiss my ass

    Then I rolled a fatty of some homegrown grass

    Picked up my guitar and strummed a patriotic tune

    From a neighbor who lived down the block on Mermaid Avenue



    This land is your land

    This land is my land

    From California to the New York Island

    From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters

    Don’t let Trump take it from you and me  


    Often times I’ve had a dream

    All the world’s men and women were equal and free

    And old politicians sending young folks off to war was history

    But for now all I can do - is sing old Woody’s tune

    So let’s all sing it together as it comes around --> CHORUS

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  • 03:12 Download IN THE MIDDLE OF F'N TEXAS
    Written by Andy Fuhrman
    Copyright © February 27, 2011 All Rights Reserved: Revised Nov 13, 2011
    I jumped out of bed
    And dialed up the web
    Just a wondering what was happening online
    And there on the screen
    A starin’ at me
    My Facebook friend wrote me to say

    Don’t close your eyes
    Don’t put your head in the sand
    Think about what you eat
    Need a new belt, don’t wear a pelt
    Don’t hurt no animals please
    She said don’t hurt no animals please

    My Facebook friends have many opinions

    I’m sure to piss some of them off
    I probably won’t do what they want me to do
    But thank you so much for caring
    Thank you so much for caring

    I thought what she said
    When it popped in my head
    A time when I was much younger
    On a 2 acre plot
    I grew quite a lot
    Of veggies and organic flowers
    Yeah this Brooklyn boy used to grow veggies and flowers

    And back in that time
    Inside my mind
    I could hear little plants voices a screamin
    Don’t cut off my head
    Don’t pull up my roots
    Don’t take me away from my home

    O tomatoes and chard
    It really is hard
    To take you from your friends and family
    Fore there on a plate is your future fate
    Next to something at one time was living


    So sometime that night
    I wrote you probably are right
    My Karma will pay if I don’t change my way
    Consuming air also isn’t quite fair
    I can hear little microbes a screamin

    So what can I do, I want to live too
    My body needs something to burn
    On the food chain am I
    I’ll try not to cry
    As I order a burger with fries


    On the food chain am I
    I’ll try not to cry
    As I order a burger with fries
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