Convenience Stores (Live) - Buddy Wakefield: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Buddy Wakefield

Convenience Stores (Live)

197

Singer/Songwriter

Convenience Stores (Live) was released on October 13, 2009 by Righteous Babe Records as a part of the album Live at the Typer Cannon Grand

Song Details

AlbumLive at the Typer Cannon Grand

Release DateOctober 13, 2009

LabelRighteous Babe Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM181

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Buddy Wakefield

Buddy Wakefield

Vocals

Nano Whitman

Piano

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Buddy Wakefield

Buddy Wakefield

Songwriter

Aaron Trumm

Songwriter

Jon Berardi

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Buddy Wakefield

Buddy Wakefield

Producer

Lyrics

This is my last one. Thank you all for hanging out

Tonight. Y'all give it up for Nano, Nathaniel Whitman

We both know the smell of a convenience store

At 4 A.M. like the backs of a lot of hands

She sells me trucker crack, Mini Thins, it's like

Vivrin, she doesn't make me feel awkward about it

She can tell it's been a long drive, it's only gonna get longer

Offers me a free cup of coffee, but I never touch the stuff, besides

I'm gonna need more speed than that

We notice each other's smiles immediately

It's our favorite thing for people to notice, our smiles

It's all either one of us has to offer

You can see it in the way our cheeks stretch

Out like arms wanting nothing more than to say

"You all are welcome here"

She shows brittle nicotine teeth with spaces between each one

Her fingers are bony, there's no rings on them

And she'd love to get her nails done someday

One time she had her hair fixed, they took out the

Grease, made it real big on top, and feathered it

(Okay, she likes it like that)

She'll never be fully informed on some things, just

Like I will never understand who really buys Moon

Pies, or those rolling, wrinkled, dried-up sausages

But then again, she's been here a lot longer than me

She's seen everything, from men who grow dreadlocks out

Their top lips, to children who look like cigarettes

I give her my money, I wait for my change, but I feel

Like there's something more happening here tonight, y'all

I feel like a warm mop bucket and dingy tiles that'll never come clean

I feel like these freezers cannot be restocked often enough

I feel like trash cans of candy wrappers with soda

Pop dripping down the wrong side of the plastic

I feel like everything just got computerized

I feel like she was raised to say a lot of stupid things about a color

And I feel like if I were to identify

Myself as gay, this conversation would stop

It's what I do, I feel, I get scared sometimes, and I drive

But in one minute and forty-eight seconds, I'm gonna walk out of here

With a full tank of gas, a bottle of Mini Thins, and a pint of milk

While there is a woman still trapped behind

A Formican counter somewhere in North Dakota

Who says she wants nothing more than to

Hear my whole story, all 92,775 miles of it

I can feel it though, y'all, she's heard more opinions and

Trucker small talk than Santa Claus has made kids happy

So I only find the nerve to tell her the good parts, that

She's the kindest thing to happen since Burlington, Vermont

And I wanna leave it at that, because men

Who are not smart have taken it farther

Have cradled her up like the Nutcracker and made her feel as warm as

A high school education on the dusty

Back roads, or a beer in a koozie

Y'all, I feel like she's been waiting here a long time for

The one who'll come two-stepping through that door on eighteen

Wheels without making her feel like it's her job to sweep

Up the nutshells alone once she's done been cracked again

Who won't tempt her to suck the wedding ring

Off his dick, but will show her, simply, love

She doesn't need me or any other man, but she doesn't know that either

And I'm just hoping like crazy she doesn't think I'm

The one, because the only time I'll ever see North Dakota

Again is in a Van Morrison song, it's late at night

I promise, y'all, I feel like she's thirty-

Seven years old wearing fifty-one badly

Dying inside like certain kinds of dances around fires to speak

Through you, a forest, if y'all weren't so taken with sparks

But she was never given those words, she has not

Been told she can definitely change the world

She knows some folks do, but not in convenience

Stores and not with lottery tickets, so

I finally ask her what I've been feeling the entire time I've

Been standing there still getting scared like I do sometimes

Really, really ready to drive, I ask

"Is this it for you? Is this all you'll ever do?"

Her smile collapsed, that tightly

Strapped in pasty skin, it went loose

Her heart fell crooked, she said, not knowing my real name

"I can tell, buddy, by the Mini Thins and the

Way you drive, that we're both taken with novelty

We both believed in mean gods

We both spend our money on things that break too easily, like people

And I can tell you think you've had it rough, so especially

You should know, it's what I do, I dream, I get high sometimes

And I'm gonna roll out of here one day, I just might not get to drive"

Written by: Aaron Trumm, Buddy Wakefield, Jon Berardi

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