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John R. Miller - Conspiracies, Cults & UFOs (Lyric Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John R. Miller
John R. Miller
Vocals
John James Tourville
John James Tourville
Electric Guitar
John Clay Burchett
John Clay Burchett
Drums
Craig Burletic
Craig Burletic
Electric Bass Guitar
Jeff Taylor
Jeff Taylor
Piano
J. Tom Hnatow
J. Tom Hnatow
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John R. Miller
John R. Miller
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrija Tokic
Andrija Tokic
Producer
John James Tourville
John James Tourville
Producer
John Baldwin
John Baldwin
Mastering Engineer
Juanita Copeland
Juanita Copeland
Studio Personnel

Lyrics

We pulled into the North 40 Truck Stop Cup of coffee, pack of cigarettes and a soda pop Sam Cooke singin' on the AM radio Headed into Memphis for a weekend show I've been lookin' for a crime to fit my punishment Every penny earned, is a penny spent And we all get a little blown off course And there's no such thing as an unstoppable force But there's still somethin' I love about an all-night drive Five-under, holdin', and sleep-deprived Ice cold blood and coast-to-coast Conspiracies, cults, and UFOs Conspiracies, cults, and UFOs Conspiracies, cults, and UFOs Conspiracies, cults, and UFOs Conspiracies, cults, and UFOs Sometimes it all seems like a bit of a drag Somebody always gets left holding the bag Lungs black and heart bereft And the worms can have whatever's left Privatized, homogenized Don't let 'em catch you with bloodshot eyes It's an easy sell for the qualified buyer Incarcerated labor is easy to hire I'm just tryin' to get a little lead out I never know what I'm talkin' about I think the only thing I think I know Is conspiracies, cults, and UFOs Conspiracies, cults, and UFOs Conspiracies, cults, and UFOs Conspiracies, cults, and UFOs Conspiracies, cults, and UFOs And if it's really as bad as they're sayin Tell my mother I went out prayin' If I knew how, I guess I'd try to repent But how the God-fearing mob get so hell-bent? Nothing's more dangerous than nothing to lose I kept setting my alarm and I kept hitting snooze So I got a late start, but it's workin' out fine Got a three-quarter tank and I'm makin' good time And there's still somethin' I love about an all-night drive Nobody gonna make it out alive Don't bother askin' if you don't wanna know Conspiracies, cults, and UFOs Conspiracies, cults, and UFOs Conspiracies, cults, and UFOs Conspiracies, cults, and UFOs Conspiracies, cults, and UFOs
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