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Nothing to Cry About

by Marty Jones

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1.
Don’t go asking for your money back, I’m the warmup act The big draw will soon hit the stage I’m just breakin’ in the crowd with a PA half as loud As it’s gonna be for tonight’s latest rage I’m the opening act tonight Burning up my dreams in limelight I’m the opening act tonight I’m the special guest who puts your patience to the test With a bunch of songs you’ve never heard before It ain’t me you paid to see and that’s alright with me In half an hour I’ll be out the door I’m the opening act tonight I’ll be home in bed by midnight I’m the opening act tonight My sound check was a mess, my name didn’t make the press I gotta set up in front of the band and I’m scanning the crowd for just one fan Two bands, the doorman, the sound girl, the bar and lights Get paid tonight Somehow they’ll be no bones for Mr. Jones But I got a box of CDs so when I’m done come talk to me And don’t forget martyjones.net. I’m the opening act tonight Choking on one more slice of life I’m the opening, forever hopening I’m the opening act tonight
2.
Some days hard work just don’t pay Sometimes it’s how you look, it ain’t about what you say But if you smoke all your shows goodness knows Your rock & roll train won’t stop The cream will usually rise to the top Sometime you get an itch you can’t scratch Sometimes it’s not all good and your chickens don’t hatch But the truth of it all is you’ll make the front office And there’s no more punching the clock The cream will usually rise to the top The cream will usually rise to the top If you feed your prized milker the sweetest grass Milk ain’t all you’ve got If you play your cards right, pray every night Give the world your best shot The cream will usually rise to the top Darling I know you crave a love that’s real But the more your searching fails, the less you seem to feel But if you shoot for the moon, one who makes you swoon You might feel your heart flip-flop The cream will usually rise to the top The cream will usually rise to the top Pick the right seed, water and weed You might raise a bumper crop Go on and pray every night, keep your game tight Be cool with the weed and the schnapps Cause the cream will usually always rise Your good work’ll get recognized The cream will usually always rise Until then a good glass of milk can satisfy you Cause the cream will usually always rise to the top
3.
You’ve got your band, you’ve got your fans You’ve got your rock & roll You think you need more to bare your soul Well in spite of what they say in the places we play There’s nothing chic about an early grave This ain’t New York City and Johnny Thunders is dead And I don’t want my friends doing heroin I know it gets old playin’ a tortured role Livin’ in this Tinker Toy town No one sheds a tear at all your bring down But the addict hero’s a lie and it’s stupid to glorify The oldest craze wastin’ the latest lives This ain’t Richmond, Virginia, and Jim Perry is gone And I don’t want my friends doing heroin You got your fans, you got big plans You got a heart with a hole You think you’re too tough to lose control But the last song’s calling your name The same old junkie refrain The needle drops and it plays again and again and again and again This ain’t Austin, Texas and you ain’t a Rolling Stone And I don’t want my friends doing heroin This is the Mile High City and I’m praying the rumors are wrong ‘Cause I don’t want my friends doing heroin
4.
You keep on texting me When all I wanna do is speak with you You’ve got me in the dark C-A-L-L? Come on use your effin’ phone To talk to me U R numeral 2 BZY I stare at my phone wondering just why You can erase all my doubts with a little mouth to mouth Come on use your effin’ phone and talk to me We all know the dying art of conversation’s lost its heart In a world without the time or tact To conversate or call you back and use some smart technology to actually Smartly communicate OMG, WTF Spare your fingertips, use your precious lips Here’s one last text for you: This is SO FUed You won’t use that effin’ phone And talk to me Come on your effin’ phone To T-A-L-K T-O M-E I-M O-U-T
5.
The world’s out painting the town Buying each other a round Here in the dark of my room I sit alone with the truth I’m nobody’s friend, hating the night again All my good times have been ‘cause I’m nobody’s friend No steps stop at my door No letters fall to my floor I stare out the window each night No one catches my eye ‘Cause I am nobody’s friend cursing the night again All my good times have been because I’m nobody’s friend Not long ago I had laughs and buddies to spare Not long ago somebody cared Go find the man in the moon Lost souls in forgotten rooms Search as hard as you can I’ll be the loneliest man ‘Cause I am nobody’s friend hating the world again All my good times have been ‘cause I am nobody’s friend
6.
He forgets birthdays, his feet stink Leaves lights on, and hair in the sink She won’t slip CDs back in the case Man it’s ruining your day Down the street, real trouble at home There’s a doctor on the phone They found a lump, and there’s no doubt You and me got nothing to cry about The way folks drive, is driving you mad Worst traffic, the town’s ever had Your birthday party went on too late Too much icing on your cake One floor up she’s asking for divorce, Here come his show of force The knife goes in, the life flows out You and me got nothing to cry about Save your tears for something worth crying for Save your heartbreak, for something worth getting heartbroken for I said I love you and I meant what I said I’m so thankful that we ain’t dead These last few years it seems like we’ve been cursed But couldn’t things be so much worse? Across the street, their kid is off to war Two soldiers march up to their door Two people scream, two people shout You and me got nothing to cry about 2X

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released January 1, 2017

Recorded and engineered by Kyle Jones at Sleeping Brotherhood Studio (Denver, CO); Art direction & graphics by Rivet Designworks; Photo by Gerald Woolsey

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Marty Jones Denver, Colorado

Marty Jones is “The Bard of Beer Songs,” a longtime craft beer promoter, and “The Man Who Made Canned Beer Cool.” His proudest achievements include a “Top 10 US Country Record” award, a “Westword Music Showcase Icon” honor, the creation of Rocky Mountain Oyster Stout, and beery campaign spots for Colorado Governor John Hickenlooper’s campaign for President of the United States. ... more

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