Biografía:
Having formed the Boat Drunks exploratory committee in the winter of 2000, Jake is considered the "father" of the Boat Drunks. In the winter of 2000, while trying to form the Boat Drunks, Jake met Mike Miller, and was invited to do the lead singing and play rhythm guitar (something new!) with Southern Cross. While with Southern Cross, he opened shows for several rock legends: The Marshall Tucker Band, The Grandmothers (Frank Zappa's old band), and Kevn Kinney (former front man of Drivin' and Cryin').
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Songwriter: James A. Hoehn
[G] Dead stuck in traffic, you know I'm [C] headed for a job [D] I hate
[G] Ain't nothing movin but the [Em] hands on my watch
[C] full throttle, [D] hurry up and wait
[G] I'm sick of the [Em] rat race, [G] I can't take one [Em] more day
[C] My life is too short, [D] to live it this way
Chorus:
I'm dialing the [G] office, put the bossman [Em] on
I'm not callin in [C] sick, [D] callin in [G] gone
[G] I'm callin in gone, full fledge [Em] adios
I'm leavin this [C] cubicle, for a spot on the [D] coast
Gonna find me a [G] beach, that's where I [Em] belong
I'm not callin in [C] sick, [D] callin in [G] gone
What the hell are you doin, I keep askin myself
Only I know the answer, there's nobody else
Like a rat on a wheel, that's how I compare
I'm runnin all day and getting nowhere
So enough is enough, I'm sayin so long
I'm not callin in sick, callin in gone
No jacket and tie, no morning commute
I'm waving goodby, one finger salute
Goin down to the ocean, gonna lay in the sand
The only boss I'll hear, is singing Born to Run
I've got plenty of room, why don't you come along
we won't be callin in sick, we're callin in gone
I'm callin in gone, full fledge adios
I'm leaving this cubicle, for a spot on the coast
Gonna find me a beach, that's where I belong
I'm not callin in sick, I'm callin in gone
I'm not callin in sick, callin in gone!
[G] Dead stuck in traffic, you know I'm [C] headed for a job [D] I hate
[G] Ain't nothing movin but the [Em] hands on my watch
[C] full throttle, [D] hurry up and wait
[G] I'm sick of the [Em] rat race, [G] I can't take one [Em] more day
[C] My life is too short, [D] to live it this way
Chorus:
I'm dialing the [G] office, put the bossman [Em] on
I'm not callin in [C] sick, [D] callin in [G] gone
[G] I'm callin in gone, full fledge [Em] adios
I'm leavin this [C] cubicle, for a spot on the [D] coast
Gonna find me a [G] beach, that's where I [Em] belong
I'm not callin in [C] sick, [D] callin in [G] gone
What the hell are you doin, I keep askin myself
Only I know the answer, there's nobody else
Like a rat on a wheel, that's how I compare
I'm runnin all day and getting nowhere
So enough is enough, I'm sayin so long
I'm not callin in sick, callin in gone
No jacket and tie, no morning commute
I'm waving goodby, one finger salute
Goin down to the ocean, gonna lay in the sand
The only boss I'll hear, is singing Born to Run
I've got plenty of room, why don't you come along
we won't be callin in sick, we're callin in gone
I'm callin in gone, full fledge adios
I'm leaving this cubicle, for a spot on the coast
Gonna find me a beach, that's where I belong
I'm not callin in sick, I'm callin in gone
I'm not callin in sick, callin in gone!
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