All right.

My name is Kent.

Go by The Holy Broke.

I'm going to play a little song called Road Sick Blues.

It's, about missing home when you're on tour and missing tour when you're on home.

Youve got Other friends to see cuz you ain't stuck in a van with me I got that road sick blues Cuz it seems you love me still When you're asking who else is on the bill I got that road sick blues Oh, cuz home is just a place to keep your stuff out of the rain Oh and home is tinted windows keeping police at bay Oh and home is holding hands careening down the highway Sipping whiskey, swapping spit Till we're spitting whiskey in the toilet Got that road sick blues Cuz I miss playing through the blisters With my brothers and my sisters Got that road sick blues Oh, cuz home is just a place to keep your stuff out of the rain Oh and home is tinted windows keeping police at bay Oh and home is holding hands careening down the highway Saw a dead body by the Brooklyn Bridge Shouldve called the police, checked his pockets instead It said he was my age and about my height But I smile because when I die, I won't be dressed so nice Not a dollar in his wallet, I was second in line There was a stain on his shirt but his coat seemed fine So I put it on and found a flask with one shot left Drank it to him and said “sober you rest” Never felt so fine As in that dead man's coat You wear one too, babe You just dont know it Knew a Navy man with a family of five Second son was my best friend and his daughter was fine We shared the same little river town and they fed me well But when he died in that car wreck, they kept to themselves Then I introduced his son to his future wife I spoke at the wedding, we toasted Coors Light Afterwards he gave me his dead daddys coat And said, “I love you, my brother, this is how I know to show it” Never felt so fine as in that dead man's coat You wear one too, babe You just don't know it Theres a hole between heartbeats that leads to the great divide It's hard to hear but you can feel it when a piece of it is covering your hide I ain't no preacher but Ive got one thing to preach Put on a dead man's coat for a while and see what a dead man can teach Never felt so fine As in that dead man's coat You wear one too, babe You just don't know it Yeah, I guess this one man band thing.

Uh, so, I was in this band for years that toured a lot.

And then when that sort of blew up in my face, I was like, I just want to simplify everything.

So, I started playing solo.

For the first few years, I didn't do the bass drum stuff, but it's really hard to get people to listen to a guy with an acoustic guitar.

Uh, there's just a million guys with acoustic guitars.

Yeah, mostly I just really need attention, really bad.

Uh, and that was the quickest way to get it.

Ive been rambling on and on Seems to me this ought to be my final song I've been digging in her desert, while your well was with me all along Been singing so loud I almost missed your whispered song See Ill end up singing this song a hundred times Ill put it out hoping a hundred people learn its rhymes See I wrote a hundred songs that crossed a hundred state lines Learn to convert my old dirt to dollar signs But you can be damn sure that Ill mean this one everytime Cuz you're that final bite of my last supper That seventh shot after a bottle of uppers Cuz you might kill me But I want you all to myself I was just a stray dog chasing your car When I finally caught you, I wished I was back trapped in her yard You said, “Im better than her and boy, I'm better for you.

And I don't give a damn if you think that's true” That's the moment I knew you'd break me before I broke you Cuz youre that downtown bar where I do my best drinking That corner booth where I do my best thinking Because others want in But I want you all to myself You're that final bite of my last supper That seventh shot after a bottle of uppers Because you might kill me But I want you all to myself Youre that downtown bar where I do my best drinking That corner booth where I do my best thinking Because others want in But I want you all to myself Ain't got a friend in this whole world I wouldn't take for all theyre worth If theyre naive enough to let me see the keys Ain't a girl in this whole world I wouldn't tell that I love her Just to take from her what every man needs So Ill grow out my nose Telling the weakest ones that they could save my soul if they take this stray dog home Let me suck the sinews off the bone These people trying to be like Jesus Fail in varying degrees But I ain't seen nobody fail At trying to be more evil Why you think I sing these tunes?

Expelling all these noxious fumes Sure, I'm a liar But I don't see nobody being more truthful So I grow out my nose Telling the weakest ones that they could save my soul If they take this stray dog home Let me suck the sinews off the bone So I'll grow out my nose Telling the weakest ones that they could save my soul If they take this stray dog home Let me suck the sinews off the bone Just left a girl in the land of lakes Said, darling, I'll be back, you better wait Slept somewhere else Before even washing off the smell But if I write her in a song That'll be enough to right my wrong And I'll just hope the one I truly love Will never hear it My joke is always I play both kinds of music country and western.

Uh, but that's not really the case.

There's some folk in there and a little bit of rock and roll, but, I always say just, yeah, grab a guitar and try to be honest and if it rhymes, that's great.

But... Yeah, I dont think to much about it.

I ain't shot her yet, she ain't shot me either And we've been sharing a bed quite a few years now So I'm done looking around because Ive got the finest girl in town And I ain't shot her yet, she ain't shot me either There've been plenty of times when she'd be justified Pointing that pretty little 30 aught 6 right between my eyes And there ain't no perfect dealer Not in poker or love neither But I aint shot her yet, she ain't shot me either I ain't shot her yet, she ain't shot me either We been sharing a bed for quite a few years now So I'm done looking around, Cuz I got the finest girl in town And I ain't shot her yet, she aint shot me either Truth be told I have lied, been out drinking all night with the guys When I told her I was working on a record, I was chatting up every girl in sight But I'm putting my rambling aside and I'm fixing to make her my wife Because I ain't shot her yet, she ain't shot me either I ain't shot her yet, she aint shot me either We've been sharing a bed for quite a few years now So I'm done looking around cuz I got the finest girl in town And I ain't shot her yet, she aint shot me either I aint shot her yet, she ain't shot me All right.

Thanks for listening.

This next one's called Amen.

It's dedicated to my favorite songwriter in the world, Leonard Cohen.

Uh, he wrote a song called Hallelujah, which, uh, no one is allowed to play anymore because it got ruined by Shrek.

But this is an homage to that song, called Amen.

Nowhere near as good.

So don't get your hopes up.

But this one's for him.

Need one more story I can sing A drunk always needs one more drink But the only word I can think is Ah Ah Amen Never lived a day myself Just watched them all from a nearby shelf Might be bewitched by ancient spell Or is it just Ah Ah Amen Cuz that word breeze fire as it goes Creates empires to depose Every child's prayer has a heavy close And it goes Ah Ah Amen So I made my mind up firm Tonight I'm going to cheat on her So I found LA's tenderest of birds And we sang Ah Ah Amen But that is not my greatest sin No, that one, the road forgives The one that I just can't live with Is that I just said Ah Ah Amen Cuz that word breathes fire as it goes Creates empires to depose Every child's prayer has a heavy close And it goes Ah Ah Amen No more stories left to tell Already told those two to go to hell But now I do not hate or wish them well Just Ahhh Amen Ah Ah Amen Artist that inspire me, anything pre 1974.

Uh, I, I love the first couple, Randy Newman records.

I listen to those all the time.

Merle Haggard, Back to the Barrooms, is probably one of my favorite records of all time.

Colter Wall, uh, Sturgill Simpson.

Uh, they inspire me because they prove that people can still write good music instead of just because I go as far back as I can.

A lot of times, so.

Yeah, it's a smattering.

I also, I really love metal, uh, and just the grossest rap that I can find.

Like, the most violent, I don't know, I, I gravitate to the dark corners.

So metal and hip hop have those a lot, and country does too.

So, yeah, whatever makes me feel something.

I'm on a holy quest to find the most evil music I can.

Its an on going quest, but I am getting close, I think.

She says that shes leaving if I dont quit my drinking Her threats got me thinking That I'm done drinking today So I say babe Babe, I'm listening and Ill lay off the whiskey The gin's gonna be a little tricky, But I'm done drinking today So I poured out all my liquor I got the shakes, never been sicker She put me through hell, but I love her anyway So I'm done drinking today But I Been drinking heavy since I could drive my dads Chevy My thirst could overflow the levee But I'm done drinking today So I poured out all my liquor Got the shakes, never been sicker She put me through hell, but I love her anyway So I'm done drinking today But she came home and started screaming Asking whats that on my breath Ill go find myself a new man You go drink yourself to death But I swear to God, I never lied to you, my dear I swear, I ain't been drinking, just having a few beers Well, she went and left me So I'm back on gin and whiskey Sometimes you can't reason with crazy So I'm back to drinking today Because she came home and started screaming Asking whats that on my breath Ill go find myself a new man You go drink yourself to death But I swear to God, I never lied to you, my dear I swear, I wasn't drinking I swear, I wasn't drinking I swear, I wasn't drinking Just having a few beers It looks more impressive than it is because the drummer is doing all of that already.

Two hands in different hemispheres, two feet in different hemispheres.

So that's four right there.

So every drummer that you've ever met can do, any good drummer, can do exactly what I'm doing.

It's just, takes a little practice, but um, that's why I always think if you have kids, you should always start them on drums.

It's a quick pivot to piano from there, but it does separate your brain into the hemispheres, so you can disassociate the two from each other.

It's a little circus showy, but it's not that hard, really.

Sweethearts in making supper Eldest son mans the still Little ones set the table And we all follow Gods will Still theres something in my stomach Always making me feel ill Preacher says every Sunday Content thyself with thy lot God knows just what is needed He says, God knows best what I want Still theres something in my stomach Telling me that preacher mans a fraud Oh, and I know its name That thorn that wont go away Somethings time can erase But I still remember her name Found a hole in my good bucket Found dead mice in my grain Lord gave me one child too many But still I praise that Lord all the same Still theres something in my stomach Slowly driving me insane Oh and I know its name That thorn that wont go away Somethings time can erase But I still remember her name That feeling She won't ever be replaced All right.

This song is called Last, Last Call.

It's about, hating your job.

Everybody feels that way at one point or another.

Uh, this one just takes it to the extreme at the end a little bit.

So... This Last, Last Call.

Its for all the bartenders out there listening.

I cant wait to give my last, last call Close down the bar once and for all Pay your tab, get the hell out of my bar Its my last, last call And baby when it's over, yeah I'll have some tales to tell Maybe when I'm older I'll find a spot and belly up to the rail And tell ‘em I was once the guy behind that bar I can't wait to have some money saved Enough to never set foot in this place With the overtime, I could be out by next fall It's my last, last call and baby, when it's over, yeah I'll have some tales to tell Maybe when I'm older I'll find a spot and belly up to the rail And tell ‘em I was once the guy behind that bar How many last call nights closing alone Before I realize what Ive become, yeah How many thousands of drinks against one song Before I admit defeat and sing along That I will always be the guy behind your bar I can't wait to finally lock that door Turn on some Haggard while I mop the floor Spills some everclear and light a match on the wall It's my last, last call