Hostage (feat Phil Graham)

by The Kintners

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I wrote this when my mother died.

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Some gangs they left Chicago for North West Memphis
They hold the city hostage with their drugs and violence
I never played a gig down on Beale Street row
Don’t ask me about the ribs the king, I don’t know

I brought my violence with me
I wanted to hurt myself
Making chaos makes sense
But all I made was this violence

I drove to Detroit winter time in my beat up Ford
Cold as my seat, beer cans in the floorboard
Where was I going? What was I was running from?
I just had to keep moving on, my fingers were numb

I brought my violence with me
I wanted to hurt myself
Making chaos makes sense
But all I made was this violence

And it holds me hostage
And it takes it’s toll on lovers too
I am the traveling gangs
With victims strewn about the miles between me and you

I wound up in the city like everyone to be no one
Got a place that’s nearly as big as my old Ford
I never made that gig down on Beale St. Row
I never saw Motown in Detroit

Because I brought my violence with me
I wanted to hurt myself
Making chaos makes sense
But all I made was this violence

And it holds me hostage
And it takes it’s toll on lovers too
I am the traveling gangs
With victims strewn about the miles between me and you

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released October 24, 2020
Produced by Phil Graham

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The Kintners Henrietta, Texas

The Kintners

Texas-based songwriters, Kelly and Keri Kintner, are not your typical troubadours. Their Indie-Folk Americana songs tell stories of people and places they have encountered on their journey. Major influences include Bob Dylan, The Grateful Dead , Kris Kristofferson, John Prine, or any artist with lyrics and harmonies that grab you! ... more

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