Not While I'm Drawing Breath

Take B leans into a heavy, bluesy southern rock tempo to emphasize gritty field-service defiance.

The stories behind Not While I'm Drawing Breath

Lyrics

factory salesman told him sign the paper for a new machine

folks this one is dead

now while i'm drawing breath

county hospital sitting out on highway 29 struggling just

to keep their budget on the black and glass the main imagine generator

threw a heavy spark factory representative

left them standing in the dark said this model is obsolete we don't support

the frame You gotta buy a new one or take the fiscal blame

The clinic administrator had tears inside her eye

Until the independent truck came rolling from the sky

Popped the side inspection,

Hey, it smelled of copper burn

Found a melted five dollar relay in the turn

They called it dead I call it asinus

They told us it was dead, but it's breathing again

Saved by the ranch of the independent men

Telecaster grinding, drums pounding loud

Making that struggling clinic so proud

We don't bow to obsolescence

We don't bow to grief

Bow mid made out of love supplies what they need

Flip on the power, watch the screen glow

Proving them suits don't know what they know

Soldered in a heavy -duty ceramic relay base

the circuit breaker in the middle of the place

Generator hung to life

Crystal clear display Save that rural hospital 200 grand a

day The director hugged my neck

Gave me a slice of pie

That's why the independent flag is flying way

up high

They told us it was dead, but it's breathing again

Saved by the rent of the independent man

We don't bow to obsolescence, we don't bow to greed, the bow

made out of law, supplies what they need, flip on the

power, watch the screen glow,

broken them suits don't know what they know.

Oh, machine operational

Keep your 200 grand, folks

and proud.

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