40 bucks and her favorite band She stayed out too late again The band's back in Birmingham She didn't go to work again She's always been a pretty big fan Certain songs get scratched right in When morning comes round again The sadness crashes down and she said When he first came unto me it sounded kinda like a symphony It was hearts and horns and winds and warm and wet This morning when the band left town it bummed me out like a birthday clown A whole lotta drinks and a little bit of sleight of hand 40 bucks and her favorite band Her mother loved the seventies The leather vests and the Dungarees Her bio-dad played ba** guitar In a five-piece out of Wichita They had a little local hit You can find it on the internet They made her on the night they met In a motel made of cigarettes She's never even met the dude But she heard the song and it was pretty cool A sad, slow waltz about a pure and simple love There are days when she gets fatigued She's pretty old for this music scene And our dreams sing-a-long to the music of our youth 40 bucks and her favorite groups She doesn't really do it much But she could probably get some party stuff She doesn't really do it much But she could probably get some party stuff She says she doesn't know the guy but she's pretty sure he'd stop by She barely even knows the dude but he's come around for some other group And when he finally calls her back she says, “Guys let me cover this I know you don't make much money yet, I know it mostly goes to cigarettes." Last night's conquest wasn't all that famous yet Two twenties from her dresser while she slept And then he left