His name is Banger

he was standing in the shadows in front of the projects behind the save a lot.

Trying to think of a way to get with a girl and smoking some gas station pot

Those projects didn't lend him any kind of chance he knew
A trash dumpster, a busted street light, and an old junk car was blocking her view

And no muse in all that racket Ain't no hush and ain't no ease.

As she ran over the curb, she slammed on the brakes. ...There he was, with his "I'm a local legend" shirt looking pretty baked.

He jumped back, throwing his pot down in case it was a raid.

Nah, he thought, it's the girl from Facebook, the one swearing she wasn't trying to get laid.

But he thought she probably was..

He gave her that crooked grin and thought to himself, "I got this"

And he said, "My name is Banger. I play a six-stringer and I'm a pretty good singer. And if you're thinking about getting laid, I'm the one for you.

She knew she was in trouble, but she couldn't break her own rule.

That crooked ass smile and the way he tried to appear shy, she grinned back at him and he knew that she had lied.

She didn't come out at 3:00 AM to get some shitty weed. She definitely was trying to get laid.

He didn't quite believe it, but he grinned again and let it play. Didn't say his name, just kept on picking like the night was his to claim. Strumming on that six string like he already had the game. His name was Banger And he plays a six-stringer. He's a damn good singer. Southern boy with a crooked grin, talking sweet and talking shit, said he wasn't looking for a one-nighter. Yeah, okay, cool. So why do they call you Banger? His name was Banger, and he liked to play his six-stranger and he's a pretty good singer. He knew it when he seen her. He handed her a lighter, casual and cool, told her he really wasn't looking for a one-nighter. Played her like she was a fool. She didn't believe a word of that, not even for a minute. He's a musician, baby. She has heard that song and she ain't dancing in it.

They stood there together, smoking gas station weed in a one-hitter,

like innocence was something he could spin on her.

And she thought "well, ain't this something? A guy ....with a guitar ....and a story that she already knew.

The mid grade blunt hit her like a coal truck on the four lane

She almost passed out ....she knew she was here to get laid

His name was Banger, he like to play six-stringer. He's a damn good singer

That good looking southern boy with a crooked grin.

Talking sweet and talking shit, said he wasn't looking for a one-nighter.

Yeah, right. ...His name was Banger and he liked to play six-stringer. He's a pretty good singer.

The chickens across the road started carrying on. Sounded like they were singing it. Bang bang bangerrrrr, bang bang bangerrrr
Even the hens knew his name. The local legend had good foul game.

His name was Banger and he played a six-stringer, a damn good singer.

Ain't no peace in the valley tonight....just a girl trying to get laid and some chickens singing his name.

And a good-looking southern boy with his six string

Good looking southern boy and his six string