Crate Digger

Dust on the sleeves, dust on my hands Digging through decades to find the one Needle drops and time stops This is what the afternoon was for Found gold in the back of the crate Somebody forgot what they made The bass walks like it owns the street The drums hold secrets they never tell Guy behind the counter nods He knows I've found the real thing Some records don't need cleaning up They just need ears that understand Found gold in the back of the crate Somebody forgot what they made The bass walks like it owns the street The drums hold secrets they never tell This is how it passes down From the dusty bins to now What they pressed in seventy-three Is hitting brand new in me The drums hold secrets The drums hold secrets