(Track #9 from Caught in the Middle)

TRICKLIN’ TO THE TOP

By Frank Meyer

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But we're still tricklin' to the top

We're gonna bop until we drop

There's no sign that we will ever stop

And though at times we come unglued, and sometimes we feel so blue

We'll still keep on singing songs for you

Verse 1

The other night we played a gig in a local country bar

The owner liked the vocals and guitar

He said, "I got a deal for you.

If I could make a change or two

I'm sure I could make you national stars.

Although your sound is great,

There are changes you must make.

You need synthesizers and a drum machine."

We looked at him and said, "No way!

We're happy with the way we play."

We thanked him, and we quickly split the scene

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Instrumental Break

Verse 2

Of the many jobs we've had, in our memory one has stayed

And there's a good chance it will never fade

We remember it so well

It's called the gig that came from hell

And it is one that we would easily trade

It was a little local show

In a downtown gazebo

It was summer, and the breeze was soft and warm

But the power was not on

The park director, he was gone

Then nature chimed in with a thunderstorm

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Instrumental Break

Verse 3

Quite often when we play, a patron comes along

And asks if he can join us in a song

If it's someone we don't know

We politely just say, "No."

'Cause we know all about what can go wrong

A guy grabbed our mike one night

He started Hank's, "I Saw the Light"

It was awful 'cause he couldn't sing on key

Then things went from bad to worse

He was drunk and began to curse

And right then we knew we were history

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©1998 Frank Meyer