A DIY 1940s-style R&B/Boogie Woogie/Jump Blues project by Pete Berris & the Motor Inns with backing vocals by the famous Kay-Lettes. You can listen to the recording for free in the embedded player above (where you an also purchase it if you want to support my blog, or you just really enjoy the tune). If you’re interested in the history of 1940s R&B, my creative process of making my own DIY version, or the musical equipment that I used, you can check it out in the full post Do It Yourself Jump Blues.

Equipment Snapshot

Guitar:

• 1966 Fender Coronado II (the single most-featured guitar on this blog–you can read my take on why it’s such a good recording instrument)

Amps & Pedals:

• Fender Hot Rod Deluxe (Texas Red)
• Nocturne Brain Junior Barnyard
• MXR Carbon Copy Mini

Piano:

• Weber Baby Grand

Percussion:

• Loops constructed from drum samples and patterns obtained from Steve’s Surf and Rockabilly.

Recording Equipment:

• Audio Technica 2020USB
• Sure SM58
• Focusrite Scarlett 4i4
• Garageband (MacBook Air)

Eight Miles Down the Road Lyrics

When I pulled out in my Studebaker
You said I was a bad heartbreaker
But hey, hey baby little did you know
That your insults don’t mean nothing
‘Cause I’m eight miles down the road

I’m eight miles down the road (pretty baby)
I’m eight miles down the road (pretty baby)
I’m eight miles down the road (pretty baby)
I’m eight miles down the road (pretty baby)
Well your insults don’t mean nothing
‘Cause I’m eight miles down the road.

When I sped off in my Cadillac
You said I wasn’t welcome back
But hey, hey baby little did you know
That your insults don’t mean nothing
‘Cause I’m ten miles down the road

(aw smash those things)

When I took off in my rocket ship
You said I need to get a grip
But hey, hey baby little did you know
That your insults don’t mean [censored]
‘Cause I’m up in high orbit

(Aw I can hear you in space)

When I stalled my old jalopy
You said you’re sick of living sloppy
But hey, hey baby little did you know
That your insults they might kill me
‘Cause I’m no miles down the road
I’m no miles down the road (whiny baby)
I’m no miles down the road (whiny baby)
I’m no miles down the road (whiny baby)
I’m no miles down the road (whiny baby)
Well your insults they might kill me,
‘Cause I’m no miles down the road.