Show Me the Ohms

Take B drives home working-class electrical troubleshooting through a grinding blues shuffle, greasy guitar solos, and raw attitude.

The stories behind Show Me the Ohms

Lyrics

I don't give a hoot what your

Chicago laptop says, son

You're in the Ozarks now

Show me the votes

Corporate fella flew down in a rental sedan

Trying to tell me how to run my hospital land

Said the telemetry network was running first rate

While the screens on the third floor were glitching out

Lady, pawn it to the cloud

Said the data was sweet I pawn it to the mud on my lace -up work feet

I said, Mr. Brown, here we got a simple decree

If my fluke meter don't read it, it don't exist to me

Unscrew the junction box, pull out the lead

Let's see what's really powering the

ICU bed Talk is cheap as dicks, we don't root 66

Watch an Ozark mountain boy show you the fix

This is the show me state, brother, show me the wire

Show me the arms before you light up the fire I don't give me no

jive from your fancy machine

Dirtiest ground loop that I ever seen

Yeah, slap the meter, hear the guitar scream

The Missouri Biomed rims

All for coffee and steam

I pulled out a dead field mouse behind the wall plate

Chewed through the copper and sealed up his fate I spliced in

a jumper, soldered it tight

And the whole damn third floor lit up green in the night

That city boy stared like a deer in the brights

As I packed up my tools for the

Friday night fight

This is a show me state, brother

Show me the why

Show me the ohs

Before you light up the fire

Don't give me no jive

From your fancy machine

Dirtiest brown lube that I ever seen

Yeah Slap the meter, hear the guitar scream

The Missouri biome, it runs on coffee stain

Zero arms to ground

That's how we show them in

Missouri

Pack your bags Chicago

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