Same Damn Name On The Door
[la_MAX_MODE: MAX[(MAX) [QUALITY: MAX[(MAX) [REALISM: MAX[(MAX) [REAL_INSTRUMENTS: MAX](MAX)live concert rock, Country-rock band feel, male vocals. Crunchy Telecaster and twangy slide over a driving backbeat and steady bass. Verses stay tight and talky, drums tucked in the pocket; chorus opens up with wide harmonies and ringing open chords. Tasteful barroom piano fills the gaps; bridge strips to vocal, kick, and acoustic strums before a big final chorus., country
Same Damn Name On The Door
[la_MAX_MODE: MAX[(MAX) [QUALITY: MAX[(MAX) [REALISM: MAX[(MAX) [REAL_INSTRUMENTS: MAX](MAX)live concert rock, Country-rock band feel, male vocals. Crunchy Telecaster and twangy slide over a driving backbeat and steady bass. Verses stay tight and talky, drums tucked in the pocket; chorus opens up with wide harmonies and ringing open chords. Tasteful barroom piano fills the gaps; bridge strips to vocal, kick, and acoustic strums before a big final chorus., country
Lyrics
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Verse 1][live concert
Same coffee cup
Same crooked clock on the wall
My name tag faded
But they still spell it wrong
Y’all
Boss says
“You’re family”
Smile taped on like a sign
Twenty years of “one more raise”
Always “next summer” in his eyes
Chorus][live cheering Crowd
Too long at the same damn job
Punching that same old timecard
Same four walls
Same worn floor
Same damn name on the door
Got dreams rusting in this parking lot
Keys in my hand but I still won’t walk
I’ve been here too long at the same damn job
And it’s starting to feel like all I got
Verse 2
Break room gossip
Microwave fish and stale jokes
I laugh along easy
Then I choke on the smoke
Saw my reflection
In the vending machine glass
A little more tired
Every time that red light flashes
Chorus
Too long at the same damn job
Punching that same old timecard
Same four walls
Same worn floor
Same damn name on the door
Got dreams rusting in this parking lot
Keys in my hand but I still won’t walk
I’ve been here too long at the same damn job
And it’s starting to feel like all I got
Bridge
Maybe I’m scared
Of empty roads and open sky
Or maybe I’m done
Letting this place steal my time
[Band drops down
Just kick and acoustic]
One deep breath
Hand on the handle of that door
(hey)
I ain’t dying
By this clock on the wall
Chorus
Too long at the same damn job
Punching that same old timecard
Same four walls
Same worn floor
Same damn name on the door
Got dreams shining past this parking lot
Tank full of gas and I just might walk
Been here too long at the same damn job
But tonight I remember what I’ve still got