Track 04

Dirty Mind

Dustin Welch, Super Rooster Music (SESAC); Sean Locke, Morraine Music (BMI)

I've got a dirty mind, I like a certain kind of thingI can't help myselfCan't tell you what it's s'posed to meanI can't tell you what it's s'posed to meanSometimes late at nightAs I'm walking up and down these hallsI swear to God I hear voices from behind wallsVoices from behind the wallsI've never been the kindTo worry bout it all that muchLately I've been wondering if maybe I'm just losing touchMaybe I'm just losing touchUntil I get that cold chillRunning up and down my spineI'm loaded like a pistol, I'm ready anytimeI'm ready for you anytimeSo, I pour myself another drinkAs if it's gonna help at allI know what happens next, there ain't nothing left 'cept protocolAin't nothing left 'cept protocolYeah, I've got a dirty mindI like a certain kind of thingI can't help myself, can't tell you what it's s'posed to meanI can't tell you what it's s'posed to meanCan't tell you what it's s'posed to mean

Played by

Dustin Welchacoustic guitar, vocals
Savannah Welchvocals
Drew Smithacoustic guitar, vocals
Kyle Ellisonelectric guitar
Trisha Keeferviolin
Joe Beckhamelectric bass
Joe Humeldrums

The story

This song was written during a time when I was reading way too much Bukowski and decided that I was tired of writing songs that changed chords. My good friend Sean Locke, one of the best country singers in Nashville, would come over to the Chicken Shack after I'd get off work cooking and washing dishes at the Bluebird Cafe, and we'd sit up all night getting drunk and singing songs under the pretense that we were supposed to be writing. Over the course of the night, I'd eventually throw this song at him and maybe we'd write a verse, maybe we wouldn't. After about two months though, we had us one of the weirdest songs I'd ever written and one Sean would certainly never sing in public.