Cumberland Punks.
Cumberland Punks.
Home tone loud.
Home tone loud.
Small town stage.
Small town stage.
Sidewalk crowd.
Sidewalk crowd.
Baltimore Avenue.
Baltimore Avenue.
Old brick bones.
Old brick bones.
Mountain echo.
Mountain echo.
Punk heart grown.
Punk heart grown.
Cumberland Punks.
Cumberland Punks.
Name it.
Chant it.
Print it.
Carry it.
Name it.
Chant it.
We are not polished.
We are not clean.
We are not waiting
For some faraway scene.
We got old roads.
We got hard luck.
We got cracked amps
In a half-dead truck.
We got front steps.
We got back doors.
We got basement bands
And uneven floors.
Cumberland Punks.
Cumberland Punks.
Home tone loud.
Home tone loud.
Small town stage.
Small town stage.
Sidewalk crowd.
Sidewalk crowd.
Jack-AL heard
“Cumberland Punks”
As “crumbling bunks”
And “cucumber monks.”
Cucumber monks.
Cucumber monks.
Praying in the alley
With the basement punks.
No.
No.
That is not the phrase.
But the crowd is chanting
Cucumber for days.
Cumberland Punks.
Cumberland Punks.
Baltimore Avenue.
Old brick bones.
Mountain echo.
Mountain echo.
Punk heart grown.
Punk heart grown.
The singer wants a city.
The drummer wants the time.
The guitarist wants a stack
And a hill to climb.
The bass player holds the sidewalk.
The wizard bends the air.
The side door saint knows everybody
Who ever stood there.
The sound guy knows the building.
The van knows the grade.
The merch table knows
Which promises got paid.
Cumberland Punks.
Cumberland Punks.
Name it.
Chant it.
Print it.
Carry it.
Name it.
Chant it.
No velvet rope.
No golden gate.
No perfect scene
Where heroes wait.
No big machine.
No fancy throne.
Just a loud old town
With a punk heart grown.
Cumberland Punks.
Cumberland Punks.
Home tone loud.
Home tone loud.
Small town stage.
Small town stage.
Sidewalk crowd.
Sidewalk crowd.
If the world looks past us,
Let it look again.
If the road goes through us,
Then the road is kin.
If the room gets noisy,
Let the room get true.
If the band gets foolish,
That is nothing new.
Cumberland Punks.
Cumberland Punks.
Baltimore Avenue.
Old brick bones.
Mountain echo.
Mountain echo.
Punk heart grown.
Punk heart grown.
Name it.
Chant it.
Print it.
Carry it.
Say it.
Play it.
Laugh it.
Marry it.
Cumberland Punks.
Cumberland Punks.
Still here.
Still loud.
Cumberland Punks.
Cumberland Punks.
Small town stage.
Sidewalk crowd.
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