The Fever [Live]
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He's got a split finger wrap
And his rope's pulled way to tight
He's got a lunatic smile
'cause he's really drawn deep tonight
He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Grab a hold of anything and hold on tight
It hits you like the venom from a rattle snake bite
We are here 'cause he's not all there tonight
He takes one last breath
And time turns inside out
Then the gate busts open
To the world he dreams about
He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Stick a rope on anything because he don't care
He'd even take a ride on the electric chair
We are here 'cause he's not all there tonight
He says it's really kind of simple
Keep your mind in the middle
While your butt spins 'round and 'round
Take heed to Sankey's preachin', keep liftin' and reachin'
And riding like there ain't no clowns
What he loves might kill him, but he's got no choice
He's a different breed, with a voice down deep inside
That's screamin', he was born to ride
He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Fever makes you crazy 'cause it makes no sense
Like runnin' from your shadow, out of self-defense
But he won't run and baby, he can't hide
He thinks the odds are even, leavin' one hand tied
He gets so tired, of hangin' on so tight
I know, you think he's crazy, well, I think you're right
We are here, 'cause he's not all there, no way
Thank you. Thank you very much
This is actually our only live performance in the whole year in 1995
So it feels good. Thanks for joining us
It's good to be back. We're going to play some tunes off the new album
We're going to play some old stuff too, if that's okay
I'd like to play you a song that a couple of buddies of mine wrote
About a town out in Wyoming
It means a lot to us. This is a tune for all the people that kind of like
The more kind of twin fiddle kind of steel sound
In with that hard guitar. It's called
The Beaches of Cheyenne
And his rope's pulled way to tight
He's got a lunatic smile
'cause he's really drawn deep tonight
He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Grab a hold of anything and hold on tight
It hits you like the venom from a rattle snake bite
We are here 'cause he's not all there tonight
He takes one last breath
And time turns inside out
Then the gate busts open
To the world he dreams about
He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Stick a rope on anything because he don't care
He'd even take a ride on the electric chair
We are here 'cause he's not all there tonight
He says it's really kind of simple
Keep your mind in the middle
While your butt spins 'round and 'round
Take heed to Sankey's preachin', keep liftin' and reachin'
And riding like there ain't no clowns
What he loves might kill him, but he's got no choice
He's a different breed, with a voice down deep inside
That's screamin', he was born to ride
He's got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Fever makes you crazy 'cause it makes no sense
Like runnin' from your shadow, out of self-defense
But he won't run and baby, he can't hide
He thinks the odds are even, leavin' one hand tied
He gets so tired, of hangin' on so tight
I know, you think he's crazy, well, I think you're right
We are here, 'cause he's not all there, no way
Thank you. Thank you very much
This is actually our only live performance in the whole year in 1995
So it feels good. Thanks for joining us
It's good to be back. We're going to play some tunes off the new album
We're going to play some old stuff too, if that's okay
I'd like to play you a song that a couple of buddies of mine wrote
About a town out in Wyoming
It means a lot to us. This is a tune for all the people that kind of like
The more kind of twin fiddle kind of steel sound
In with that hard guitar. It's called
The Beaches of Cheyenne