“Ol’ Steve’s Gone Off Again

“Ol’ Steve’s Gone Off Again”

(Genre: Classic Trouble-Maker Country – think Johnny Paycheck meets Wheeler Walker Jr.)

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Well it started in Waco, sun beatin’ down,

VIP client with the biggest house in town.

We said, “Handle with care,” but Steve saw red—

Threw a box of china like it owed him bread.

Hit the blacktop hard, sounded like a crash,

Glass all flat like a Monday’s cash.

He just grinned and spit, said “Ain’t my fault,”

Blamed the ramp, blamed the box, blamed the asphalt.

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Ol’ Steve’s gone off again, cussin’ at the wind,

Mad he’s gotta lift, mad when his shift begins.

He don’t want to work, but he want that pay,

So he snuck to the shop just the other day.

Sugar in the DEF, nails in the lane—

Tryin’ to torch Truck 73 in the rain.

Yeah, when Steve gets hot, he don’t think twice—

Just sets fire and rolls the dice.

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Every week it’s somethin’, he stomps and shouts,

Complainin’ ‘bout routes and blackout clouts.

He’ll ghost a move, then bark at the check,

“Why’s it short?” — ’Cause you left the job wrecked.

Kurt tried reasonin’, John tried fear,

Paul said, “Bro just get outta here.”

But Steve stuck around like a flat tire funk,

Swearin’ vengeance on that ol’ green truck.

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Ol’ Steve’s gone off again, red in the face,

Said he’d burn the whole cow place.

He don’t clock in, but he sure clocks out,

Still yells every Friday when his pay runs out.

Poured bleach in the fuel, glued up the vents—

Tryin’ to make dispatch pay his rent.

Ain’t no fixin’ what he’s broke inside—

Ol’ Steve just lives to slide.

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Now the crew just laughs, bets ten a pop,

“What’ll Steve break next before he get stopped?”

He’s the legend of chaos, the king of the mess,

Wears rage like a vest and guilt like a guess.

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Ol’ Steve’s gone off again, someone call the law,

He’s tappin’ the tank with a hacksaw.

Truck 73 smokin’, flames to the sky—

Steve yellin’, “It’s sabotage!” as he runs by.

Now he’s banned from every branch and lot,

But you’ll still hear tales of the heat he brought.

A mover? Maybe once… way back when.

But Ol’ Steve? He’s gone off again.