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Under The Influence
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Under The Influence κυκλοφόρησε στις 15 Ιουνίου 2026 από Bob Rust ως μέρος του άλμπουμ When It Rains It Pours
15 Ιουνίου 2026
ΕτικέταBob Rust
ΓλώσσαEnglish
BPM82
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Rolled into Nashville with a half-tank soul,
Three-song set and a borrowed roll.
Broadway buzzin' on a Friday night,
Steel guitars spillin' out into the streetlight.
Played my heart out in a tip-jar bar,
Right next door to a wannabe star.
Girl at the front with a whiskey grin,
Sang every word like she'd lived 'em all in.
By the time that last chord cut through the room,
I wasn't just drunk on the hundred-proof...
I was under the influence
Of the crowd and the sound and the deep-down sense
That a broke boy's song still might make some dent.
Yeah, the whiskey burned, but it ain't what hit
It was strangers singin' every line I lived.
Some blame the drink for the way they feel,
But my heart was spinnin' on somethin' more real.
I was high on the moment, the road, and the truth
Yeah, I was under the influence... of you.
Wound up in Texas 'neath a wide-open sky,
Dancehall packed on a Saturday night.
Cowgirl boots and a band on fire,
Fiddle cuttin' through like a razor wire.
Met an old ranch hand at the end of the bar,
Said he'd chased his pain clear across the stars.
Then he raised his glass and he tapped my sleeve,
Said, "Son, don't you drink more than you believe."
You spun 'round laughin' in a sundress swirl,
Turned that smoky room to a whole new world.
We were two lost hearts on a hardwood floor,
Chasin' somethin' we'd been lookin' for.
And every time your hand fit right in mine,
I forgot what was in that glass of rye...
I was under the influence
Of the band and your hand and the way it all went.
Yeah, the bourbon warmed, but it couldn't invent
That feelin' when you looked back over your shoulder,
Like you'd known me young and you'd find me older.
Some blame the drink for the way they move,
But I know damn well it was you in the room.
I was high on that two-step Texas proof
Yeah, I was under the influence... of you.
Here's to the nights when we almost fall,
Blamin' every bad call on the alcohol.
But deep down we know what pulls the strings,
It's the hurt, it's the hope, it's the human thing.
From Broadway bars to the lone-star dust,
I've chased my demons and I've earned my rust.
But the moments I still can't shake or lose
Ain't the bottles—it's the hearts I bruised.
Now I'm sippin' slow, learnin' what's true,
It ain't what's in the glass, it's what's next to you.
If I ever get lost in the midnight blue,
Lord, let it be the music and the love, not the brew.
'Cause I've been under the influence
Of the shot glass, spotlights, and bad intents,
But I'm chasin' somethin' cleaner in the present tense.
Let the songs get me drunk, let your touch be the spin,
Let my high be the life that I'm livin' in.
Some say the whiskey's what makes 'em feel free,
But I've felt more alive with your head on me.
If I'm gone tonight, let it all be proof
I was under the influence... of truth.
Yeah, Nashville nights and Texas moons,
Whiskey in my hand, but my heart on you.
If they ask what finally pulled me through...
Tell 'em I was under the influence
Not of the bottle...
But of you.
Written by: Derrol Woolcock
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