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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Souls Worn Thin
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Wayne Pate
Songwriter
Texty
Hey man, mind your level, you gotta go to work today
It’s four in the morning, you’ll sober up on the way
And while we are at it, we gotta talk about last night
And your tired habit of always picking a fight
And I scream out to my gang, HEY, HEY, HEY!
Are we gonna make it?
And I scream out to my gang, HEY, HEY, HEY!
Make it til we fake it
When patience is getting tried
And we trip along our stride
And I scream out to my gang, HEY, HEY, HEY!
Let’s let it ride, let it ride
Hey man, where you going?  That’s your neighbor’s door
And as a matter of fact, this ain’t even your floor
And now you’ve lost your keys, maybe they’re at the bar
Let’s check one more time, they might be in the car
And I scream out to my gang, HEY, HEY, HEY!
Are we gonna make it?
And I scream out to my gang, HEY, HEY, HEY!
Make it til we fake it
When patience is getting tried
And we trip along our stride
And I scream out to my gang, HEY, HEY, HEY!
Let’s let it ride, let it ride
Hey man, mind your level, we still have a show to play
We gotta finish the set, or lose out on the pay
Just stay off the mic, and keep to your own side
Get the crowd bouncing around, and keep the band in time
And I scream out to my gang, HEY, HEY, HEY!
Are we gonna make it?
And I scream out to my gang, HEY, HEY, HEY!
Make it til we fake it
When patience is getting tried
And we trip along our stride
And I scream out to my gang, HEY, HEY, HEY!
Let’s let it ride
Written by: Stephen Wayne Pate