| Song | The Opening Act |
| Artist | Drive-By Truckers |
| Album | Brighter Than Creation's Dark |
| 作曲 : Drive-By Truckers, Hood | |
| Drive By Truckers | |
| Brighter Than | |
| Creation's | |
| DarkThe Opening | |
| ActThere’s a big fat man on a mechanical bull in slow motion like | |
| Debra Winger | |
| And he gets knocked off and | |
| I think he’s hurt, | |
| It’s a bitch facing facts and figures | |
| There’s a band on stage that used to be huge | |
| They sound on but no one’s listening | |
| They’re told to turn down and they politely oblige | |
| Ain’t no such thing as a free ride | |
| It ain’t my problem and it ain’t my show and | |
| I ain’t being condescending | |
| It’s just the opening slot and | |
| I hit my mark and split as the crowd is thinning | |
| The man’s on the guest list so | |
| I guess it will be alright… | |
| So the paramedics arrive and they haul off that | |
| Urban Bovine | |
| KneivelI see my friend and give him all my money and tell myself it’s a necessary evil | |
| And it’s all such a fleeting thing so | |
| I’d best try and enjoy it | |
| So much beauty and just enough time to figure out how to destroy it | |
| I’m just the opening act | |
| And it ain’t my crowd and it ain’t my night but | |
| I’d be lying if | |
| I said I can’t relate | |
| I’m just the opening act and the van is packed and | |
| I’m hauling ass to another state | |
| And I’m driving north as the sun was rising over a | |
| Technicolor horizon | |
| I reached out to touch you but you’re not there, a thousand miles away from here | |
| I turned up the radio; heard some preacher talking salvation | |
| My tank is half full and | |
| I reached over and changed the station | |
| I’m just the opening act |
| zuò qǔ : DriveBy Truckers, Hood | |
| Drive By Truckers | |
| Brighter Than | |
| Creation' s | |
| DarkThe Opening | |
| ActThere s a big fat man on a mechanical bull in slow motion like | |
| Debra Winger | |
| And he gets knocked off and | |
| I think he s hurt, | |
| It s a bitch facing facts and figures | |
| There s a band on stage that used to be huge | |
| They sound on but no one s listening | |
| They re told to turn down and they politely oblige | |
| Ain t no such thing as a free ride | |
| It ain t my problem and it ain t my show and | |
| I ain t being condescending | |
| It s just the opening slot and | |
| I hit my mark and split as the crowd is thinning | |
| The man s on the guest list so | |
| I guess it will be alright | |
| So the paramedics arrive and they haul off that | |
| Urban Bovine | |
| KneivelI see my friend and give him all my money and tell myself it s a necessary evil | |
| And it s all such a fleeting thing so | |
| I d best try and enjoy it | |
| So much beauty and just enough time to figure out how to destroy it | |
| I m just the opening act | |
| And it ain t my crowd and it ain t my night but | |
| I d be lying if | |
| I said I can t relate | |
| I m just the opening act and the van is packed and | |
| I m hauling ass to another state | |
| And I m driving north as the sun was rising over a | |
| Technicolor horizon | |
| I reached out to touch you but you re not there, a thousand miles away from here | |
| I turned up the radio heard some preacher talking salvation | |
| My tank is half full and | |
| I reached over and changed the station | |
| I m just the opening act |