The Opening Act
Drive-By Truckers Lyrics


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There'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 Knievel
I 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

Overall Meaning

The song "The Opening Act" by Drive-By Truckers is about the experience of being a touring musician, specifically the opening act, and the ups and downs that come with it. The song opens with a description of a mechanical bull ride gone wrong, with the fat man being thrown off and potentially injured. This introduces a theme of disappointment and facing harsh realities, which is further explored in the lyrics about the washed-up band on stage that no one is listening to.


The song is ultimately about the realization that even fleeting moments of beauty can be destroyed, and it's up to the individual to find meaning and enjoyment in the experience despite its impermanence. The opening act, as a metaphor for life in general, can be seen as a stepping stone towards greater success, but also as a reminder that success is never guaranteed.


The lyrics are poignant and reflective, capturing the feeling of being on the road as a musician and the highs and lows that come with it. The melancholic guitar riff and gentle, melodic vocals add to the introspective and wistful mood of the song.


Line by Line Meaning

There's a big fat man on a mechanical bull in slow motion like Debra Winger
There is a large man on a mechanical bull who moves in a slow-motion similar to Debra Winger, the actress.


And he gets knocked off and I think he's hurt
The man on the bull gets thrown off, which makes the singer presume that he might be injured.


It's a bitch facing facts and figures
It is arduous to accept and deal with objective information and statistics.


There's a band on stage that used to be huge
A band that was previously popular is currently performing on stage.


They sound on but no one's listening
The band is playing well, but none of the audience members are paying attention.


They're told to turn down and they politely oblige
Someone instructs the band to play at a lower volume, and the band complies graciously.


Ain't no such thing as a free ride
There is no such thing as a free and easy path to get to where you wish to go in life.


It ain't my problem and it ain't my show and I ain't being condescending
The artist is not being derisive, and holds no responsibility for the concert that's not going as planned.


It's just the opening slot and I hit my mark and split as the crowd is thinning
The performance is just the opening act, the artist completes it successfully, and as the crowd leaves, they go away.


The man's on the guest list so I guess it will be alright...
The man on the guest list will attend the concert, which means everything might be okay.


So the paramedics arrive and they haul off that Urban Bovine Knievel
The paramedics show up to take away the injured man who rode the mechanical bull.


I see my friend and give him all my money and tell myself it's a necessary evil
The artist passes their remaining money to their friend, with the thought that it's a necessary action despite its negative impact on them.


And it's all such a fleeting thing so I'd best try and enjoy it
All experiences are so temporary that the singer should strive and enjoy them.


So much beauty and just enough time to figure out how to destroy it
The world contains a lot of beauty, but there is an exact amount of time to learn how to ruin it.


And it ain't my crowd and it ain't my night but I'd be lying if I said I can't relate
It is not the singer's crowd or evening, but if they say they can't empathize, they'd be fibbing themselves.


I'm just the opening act and the van is packed and I'm hauling ass to another state
The artist is just the opening act, as they travel to another state in a van with other people.


And I'm driving north as the sun was rising over a Technicolor horizon
The artist is driving towards the north while the sun comes up over a stunning, colorful horizon.


I reached out to touch you but you're not there, a thousand miles away from here
The singer tried to touch someone, but the person wasn't with them, indicating a considerable distance between them.


I turned up the radio, heard some preacher talking salvation
The singer increases the volume on the radio and hears a preacher speaking about redemption.


My tank is half full and I reached over and changed the station
The fuel tank in the vehicle is half-filled, and the artist changes the radio station by turning some knobs.


I'm just the opening act
The artist continuously reiterates that they are merely the opening act of the show.




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Peermusic Publishing, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Written by: PATTERSON HOOD

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Comments from YouTube:

MrPhilosofly

this song is the most mellow existential crisis i have ever heard. one of the best...

Vaughn Robinson

AND I SEE MY FRIEND N GIVE HIM ALL MY MONEY; N TELL MYSELF; " ITS A NECESSARY EVIL". STORY OF MY LIFE...

wheelmanstan

man i love this song and album, I wonder how many bands can relate to this, all? lol Man, listen to some of DBT and then watch some squidbillies, you'll be in heaven lol

wheelmanstan

I agree, and the dirty south album is like all those burt reynolds 1970's films all wrapped in one, amazing A couple great new films ya might like with a drive by truckers feel "winters bone" "shotgun stories", in case you haven't seen em.

christopher kays

This is one of my favorite songs it haunts my dreams.

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