From the album Where it All Begins

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This is written about a combination of people we know. Do whatever makes you happy, man!

Lyrics

Three Chords and a Cloud of Dust (Anderson-Gram copyright 2000)

It’s another Monday night at EJ’s lounge and everything’s all right
He’s setting up
Underneath the TV set, “testing 1, 2, 3” the sound check
“Is that loud enough”?

Hasn’t learned a song in 20 years
He used to play for tips and now it’s tips and a beer
Still every Monday night now, he kicks it up
With three chords and a cloud of dust, mm, mm
With three chords and a cloud of dust

The game is on above him
His wife says, “I am so proud of him. You know he even wrote a song in the summer of ‘69
Though it makes no sense and it’s too damn long
God only knows what we were on
Still I shout it out every time”

Calls it blues when he’s singing flat
That was no mistake my friend
Naw, that’s what he calls jazz
He’ll do it all before the night is done, mm, mm
With three chords and a cloud of dust, mm, mm
With three chords and a cloud of dust

It’s nine o’clock he’s ready to rock
The crowd erupts in the middle of a song
Touch down New England on and on the evening goes
“be kind to waitress and your tender
Here’s one I hope you remember
Last call now, it’s one for the road”.

Checks his jar for his pay
A smile and a nod well, I guess he did OK
Now off they go in his old Volkswagen bus, mm, mm
With three chords and a cloud of dust, mm, mm
With three chords…and a cloud of dust