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Classic rock redemption. AvMo and his Les Paul bring classic rock meets folk jams.
Welcome to the new sound of 70s classic rock music, AvMo style. I have been writing music since I was 16 years old and my grandmother would tell me to “keep it down!” Today, I am turning all my classic tunes over to the glorious listeners on the internet to enjoy - hopefully you like it better than my Nona! My greatest inspirations when recording are classic rock bands such as the Rolling Stones, Aerosmith, Eric Clapton and Styx. Their music has provided a soundtrack to my life, from my days as a basketball player in high school to the old rocker I am now! I am launch a new EP this summer called “Bittersweet” which is my take on the theme of love through different rock genres and angles. My son challenged me to come out with a sick EP and I think I have. Can’t wait for you all to discover it. AvMo
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Classic Rock
Charts
Peak #85
Peak in subgenre #18
Author
Morris Avrashi
Rights
Morris Avrashi
Uploaded
June 20, 2025
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MP3 9.8 MB • 320 kbps • 4:16
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WAV 43.0 MB
Story behind the song
E. David Brown sent me some lyrics saying this could be a Country song. Peter Alvez added a cool drum track.
Lyrics
Dirt Bed Dreams My daddy used to say you aint nothing If you dont own a piece of land This line he kept repeating, repeating to beat the band Come hell or high water He swore hed own that plot Even if he had to sell us and the whole damn lot We lived on taters, pork and beans While he squirrelled away his money to own his dream People ask me do I miss the old man I smile and say like the back of his hand. My daddy used to say you aint nothing If you dont own a piece of land This line he kept repeating, repeating to beat the band Come hell or high water He swore hed own that plot Even if he had to sell us and the whole damn lot Years went by and one by one we left Mama said he didnt care Three less mouths to take away his share. Never owned a home or a trailer in a rundown lot Kept his savings in a Folger can Never cared if his got his dinner served or not We lived on taters, pork and beans While he squirrelled away his money to own his dream When daylight left and the shadows ran My old man pointed to his coffee can Theres my future in that rusted can Should be enough to buy some land Where you can lay me down to rest We tucked that can in our old pickup truck Loaded his body in its bed And dropped him off on a county road Pinned a note to his dirty old coat Bury him, burn him, dont matter to us now hes dead The can had enough spare change To buy us dinner and ice cream We raised our glasses and made a toast To our old man and his lost dream My daddy used to say you aint nothing If you dont own a piece of land This line he kept repeating, repeating to beat the band Come hell or high water He swore hed own that plot Even if he had to sell us and the whole damn lot People ask me if I miss my old man I smile and say like the back of his hand
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