West Texas Exiles - 8000 Days (Official Music Video)

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This video was produced by Chill Country Sessions at Viva Big Bend July 2024.

Shot and edited by Harrison Chiu and Hermino Mendez

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Performers
Marco Gutierrez - Lead Vocals/Guitar
Daniel Davis - Guitar/Keys/BGV
Eric Harrison - Bass/BGV
Colin Gilmore Mandolin/BGV
Trinidad Leal - Drums
Michael Ingber - Percussion

Produced by Michael Ingber and Eric Harrison at Studio 601 in Austin, Tx
Engineered by Eric Harrison and Michael Ingber
Mixed by Michael Ingber
Mastered by Pete Lyman at Infrasonic in Nashville, Tn
© Floating Mesa Records


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8000 Days Lyrics
Sunday nights off Montwood St.
drinking the paycheck - who’s got the keys?
This place will give you what you want
But take what you need
There’s a stranger in the driver's seat
smoking a bowl full of apple seeds
Back then I got stoned
now I'm on something else
So maybe we go out, maybe we don't
But Alone together beat being being alone
Buzzing around till we fell off the edge of town

I spent 8000 days in the desert
I spent 8000 days in the desert
I spent 8000 days in the desert
Somehow I got away
Now I can’t go home

That sunset burned wild colors in the sky
If that's what kills you I'm ready to die
Put that pink and orange slow burn in my lungs
It's the cotton fields, the pecan groves,
The Lower Valley and my old home
They haunt my dreams like a vulture when I’m alone

I spent 8000 days in the desert
I spent 8000 days in the desert
I spent 8000 days in the desert
Somehow I got away
Now I can’t go home

You were a Pearl snap joke, a v-neck teen
I was Chelsea boots outta thrift store jeans
With big bad east side hopeful burn-out dreams

Now I feel like the clouds coming over the Franklins
on a frozen winter day
They break the peak so ferociously
Try to rush to the next place
But they just disappear
We all disappear


It was 8000 days in the desert
It was 8000 days in the desert
I spent 8000 days in the desert
I spent 8000 days in the desert
I spent 8000 days in the desert
I spent 8000 days in the desert