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Half True Story

by Kevin Carducci

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lyrics

No, I never been a hero
But I’ve been to Omaha
Went way out west to try and do my best
I didn’t get too far

That crack in the blinds doesn’t tell any lies
So when she pulled up at a quarter to five
I could see right away by the look in her eye
That tonight was gonna be a long one

I was playing piano in a flea market chair
When she breezed through the door with a breath of cool air
Grabbed a piece of my heart and started to tear
So I broke into ‘Hey Good Lookin’

In that little green dress she did look good
But my heart’s like a stone carved out of wood
And nothing I said was something I should
So she packed up her things, she was leaving
Said it was for good this time too…

Left me leaning on the fridge by the skin of my teeth
With a bottle of bread rolling round at my feet
Wishing I was dead or at least I could sleep
Then my mind got to burning like diesel

So with nothing to lose and no reason to laugh
I put all of my money on one tank of gas
Spent the rest of my night watching little towns pass
By morning I was halfway to Cleveland
There’s worse places to be… like in my shoes, for instance

No, I never been a hero
But I’ve been to Omaha
Went way out west to try and do my best
I didn’t get too far
Wasted my time and money
All I got to show for the tread I burned
Is a head full of half true stories
And a lesson I’ll never learn

Cleveland came and went, for better or worse
But I broke down in Erie and started to curse
Man, I was looking like something that fell off a hearse
Half-dead, and not to mention freezing


The dang ol’ wind was like a doggone train
Thought I’d run out of luck when it started to rain
But somebody pulled up in an old Ford Ranger
who looked like the friend that I needed

Well, she told me her name, but I’d seen her before
Was that same pretty girl who had walked out the door
So as that sweet Detroit engine started to roar
I couldn’t help myself, I started singing

No, I never been a hero
But I’ve been to Omaha
Went way out west to try and do my best
I didn’t get too far
Wasted my time and money
All I got to show for the tread I burned
Is a head full of half true stories
And a lesson I’ll never learn

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released June 16, 2023
Lyrics & Music Written by Kevin Carducci

Vocal - Kevin Carducci
Banjo - Dave Zirbel
Drums - Dan Ford
Pedal Steel - Henry Nagle
Bass - Gio Benedetti
Guitar - Kevin Carducci
Background Vocals - Dan Ford & Gio Benedetti

Recorded by John Courage at Gremlintone Studio - Santa Rosa, CA

Mixed & Mastered by Stuart Markham at White Whale Studio - Santa Rosa, CA

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A song for every sad occasion, and some you can dance to too.

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