4 TRACK DEMO
WELL WE DON'T DARE TO BE FOUND, AT THE ONE MOTEL IN TOWN. SO TONIGHT WE'RE SNEAKIN' 'ROUND, THE OLD SILO. I CAN HEAR YOUR FOOTSTEPS NOW, STEPPIN' OVER THAT OLD PLOW. JUST YOU AND ME AND GRAMPA'S COW, WILL BE THE ONLY ONES WHO'LL KNOW. THAT WE'RE STABLE COMPANIONS, I DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY. EVERY OTHER THURSDAY EVENIN'. WE TRY AND SLIP AWAY. SOMETHIN'S RUSTLIN' IN THE STALL, AS THE EVENING SHADOWS FALL, HEAR THAT LONESOME HEFFER CALL, IN THE NIGHT. IF ANYBODY EVER KNEW, WHAT WE WERE COMIN' HERE TO DO. OUT OF SIGHT AND OUT OF VIEW. WHY DO WRONG THINGS FEEL SO RIGHT. WE'RE STABLE COMPANIONS, I DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY. EVERY OTHER THURSDAY EVENIN'. WE TRY AND SLIP AWAY. RICH FOLKS LIVIN' IN THE CITY, DO IT IN A RENTED ROOM, BUT ALL YOU NEED OUT IN THE COUNTRY, IS A SIX PACK AND A BROOM. TO BE STABLE COMPANIONS, I DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY. EVERY OTHER THURSDAY EVENIN'. WE TRY AND SLIP AWAY.