Standard (EADGBE)

Verse 1

 There’s a backyard show where everybody goes

 ‘cause everybody knows at this masquerade

 They wear strange costumes and heave water balloons

 and one kid’s dressed up like a deviled egg

 That’s when I say, “ What’s this? There’s something that I’ve missed

 there ain’t nothing like this back in Upstate”

 But “When in Louisville,” they say, “join the crazy ballet”

 So with blazing waterguns I join the fray

Chorus

 Yes I learned on that day what local flavor means

 With a dinner made from dumpsters on Kentucky streets

 You won’t learn anything tied up in restaurant chains

 Why bother traveling if it all just tastes the same?

Interlude

A,D x 3 E, Repeat.

Verse 2

 On the guidebook page a travel-weary sage

 is sharing the best secrets from her latest trek

 Then the tourists come and money builds it up and

 pretty soon the place is just a wreck

 But when I hit the road I want pie a la mode

 from a café where they don’t wear uniforms

 Where the salt of the earth season their hometown turf

 with art that you can’t find in any store

Chorus

 Yes I know there’s nothing new out on the interstate

 And a journey’s pointless if the asphalt mediates

 You won’t find anything if you’re tied with retail chains

 Why bother traveling if it all just looks the same

Verse 3

( First five lines are a capella)

There’s a warehouse show out in New Mexico and

films are being screened up on a Brooklyn roof

Basement galleries in Knoxville,

Tennessee and Tallahassee games under the moon

 So will you come with me to either shining sea

 to cleanse the monoculture from our souls?

 Then we’ll roam town to town listening for any sound

 that can tell us they’re having a show

 So raise a glass of your sweat to acknowledge the debt

 that we owe to our most gracious hosts