One More Day to Run

[Verse 1]
Red dust on my boots
Black mask in my hand
Sweat fogs the cracked bank window
Clock frozen over the stand
Bag stuffed, sirens humming
Her picture pressed to my chest
I said, "Lord, I ain’t your favorite
But I’m trying to do my best"
[Chorus]
Give me one more day to run
One more rust-red sun
One last chance to hold her
Then I'll lay this pistol down
One more mile of bad
For a scrap of something good
If I can buy one more day
I swear I’ll leave this town
[Verse 2]
Met him by the levee
Where the cypress leans in close
Smoke curled from his fingers
Like it already knew my ghost
He said, "Son, I ain’t evil
I just do what must be done
You rob hope, I write contracts
We both load the same old gun"
[Chorus]
Give me one more day to run
One more rust-red sun
One last chance to hold her
Then I'll lay this pistol down
One more mile of bad
For a scrap of something good
If I can buy one more day
I swear I’ll leave this town
[Bridge]
He grinned, "I don't break hearts
I just cash in your despair
You pull the mask, you pick the lock
I just answer every prayer
I’m not the fire, boy
I just feed it when you call"
Then he held out that wrinkled paper
Said, "Sign here, that’s all"
[Chorus]
Give me one more day to run
One more rust-red sun
One last chance to hold her
Then I'll lay this pistol down
One more mile of bad
For a scrap of something good
If I can buy one more day
(oh, just one more day)
I swear I’ll leave this town

country, Dusty delta blues sliding into outlaw country grit; male vocals with raspy storytelling edge. Fingerpicked resonator guitar and upright bass form a swampy groove, harmonica moans on turnarounds. Verses stay lean and tense, then the chorus swells with gang-style shouts and stomp-clap hits. Bridge drops to near-whisper before a final, roaring chorus and ringing guitar outro., delta blues, outlaw country