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Verse 1
Out in ol’ New York City, them towers touched the sky,
Till planes came roarin’ in, and we all just wondered why.
My cousin Jeb’s been hollerin’, with a beer and a big ol’ grin,
“Put on your tinfoil Stetson, this yarn’s about to spin!”
Chorus
Oh, them towers fell, but the rumors keep on truckin’,
Buildin’ 7’s gone, and it didn’t take no clunkin’!
Was it an inside job, or just a wild tale?
Grab your boots and banjo, it’s a conspiracy trail!
Verse 2
They said jet fuel’s mighty hot, made steel just wilt and droop,
But my ol’ grill’s been blazin’, and my barn’s still in the loop!
The Pentagon’s a head-scratcher, that hole’s too small for sure,
And Flight 93’s just glitter, spread ‘cross that field so pure.
Chorus
Oh, them towers fell, but the rumors keep on truckin’,
Buildin’ 7’s gone, and it didn’t take no clunkin’!
Passports in the ashes, lookin’ cleaner than my truck,
Was it an inside job? Jeb says, “Aw, shucks!”
Verse 3
They passed them laws right quick, to snoop on you and me,
Patriot Act’s like a bloodhound, trackin’ our sweet tea!
Some folks made big money, bettin’ stocks would take a dive,
While NORAD’s out fishin’, leavin’ planes to jive.
Bridge
Now Jeb’s got graphs and moonshine, he’s preachin’ on the porch,
Says shadow folks in suits planned it, with a lizard holdin’ torch!
We laugh, we dance, we ponder, is Jeb just plumb insane?
Or did them towers tumble ‘cause of some ol’ sneaky game?
Chorus
Oh, them towers fell, but the rumors keep on truckin’,
Buildin’ 7’s gone, and it didn’t take no clunkin’!
From Ground Zero’s dust, them tall tales twirl and spin,
Was it an inside job? Let’s ask that squirrel again!
Outro
Here’s to all the doubters, with tinfoil on their hats,
Chasin’ truths and theories, like coons after barn cats.
September’s got its stories, some sad, some wild, some fun,
But I’ll keep strummin’ my guitar, till the truth’s out in the sun.

Country, male, twangy, up beat