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  1. 100 Proof

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100 Proof is based on a true story, filtered through years of growth and perspective. The track features a killer cross-stick groove from the Truer Sound rhythm section, powerful lead guitar from Jules Leyhe, and ethereal keys work from John Calvin Abney.

Lyrics

I remember when you called your daddy
Just to prove me wrong
A high school teacher seemed a valid authority
Before google came along

Those days we argued over any little thing
Before I knew that we were friends
Just a couple freshmen trying to find their way
Down rocky roads towards being men

Southern Comfort in northern climes
They say these years are the best of times
We were on our way to find the truth
Living life at 100 proof

Then that summer on a ghost town campus
Two loners hanging out
The burly catcher and the skinny, feral geek
What was that all about?

You didn’t like it when I slept on those drives
From Buffalo to Rochester
All those weekend trips back home
When we would hang out with your girl

Southern Comfort in northern climes
They say these years are the best of times
We were on our way to find the truth
Living life at 100 proof

I don’t remember why I stayed that weekend
And you made the trip alone
I just remember you came back insisting
There was something I should know

We climbed the stairs up to the rooftop
So we could take in the view
You got drunk and confessed your love
But I didn’t feel it too

Southern Comfort in northern climes
They say these years are the best of times
Watching thunderstorms on the roof
Living life at 100 proof

[instrumental Bridge]

Of all the folks who ever took a shine to me
You baffled me the most
You just assumed you’d be the one to please me
But that not how it goes

Two guys don’t always want the same thing
And your approach just made me wince
That emptied bottle gave you clumsy courage
And I ain’t had a drop since

Southern Comfort in northern climes
You told your secret and I buried mine
Watching thunderstorms on the roof
Couldn’t handle 100 proof

Southern Comfort in northern climes
You told your secret and I buried mine
Our friendship ended up on that roof
It couldn’t handle 100 proof

I wasn’t ready for 100 proof