Prompt / Lyrics
Verse 1 I signed my name at nineteen, chasing something I could not explain Boots hit dust in places most folks never say Letters home were simple, kept the truth out of the lines Told her I was steady, told her I was fine But the nights were loud with silence, and the days burned slow Learned how to carry things no one else should know Pre-Chorus Came back with a steady hand and a quiet tone But I left pieces of me in a place I won’t go Chorus I never thought I’d make it past thirty years Lived like every sunrise might disappear Now I sit on this porch with a glass of brown Three gold dogs at my feet, sun going down I smile when I can, keep the rest inside A gentle man with a war I still hide Verse 2 I tried to build a life here, tried to settle into peace But love don’t stand a chance when the past won’t release She said I was distant, said I felt like stone Said she couldn’t reach me even when I was home I don’t blame her leaving, I don’t blame the end Some things break slow and never quite mend Pre-Chorus I learned how to listen, learned how to stay calm But there’s a storm that still lives under this arm Chorus I never thought I’d make it past thirty years Every plan I made just disappeared Then he came along and changed my mind Little hands gave me a reason to try Now I sit on this porch with a glass of brown Three gold dogs at my feet, sun going down I laugh when I can, keep the rest inside A gentle man with a war I still hide Bridge My boy grew tall, stronger than me He never saw the things I see But he knows enough to read my eyes Knows when I’m there and when I’m not inside I stayed for him when I would have gone That’s the truth I hang my life upon Verse 3 Peace time taught me patience, war time taught me cost Every friend I buried left a line I never crossed Now I walk these mornings with the dogs and the sky Thankful for the quiet, though I still ask why Final Chorus I never thought I’d make it past thirty years Now every extra day feels borrowed here I take it slow, let the whiskey burn Let the old ghosts talk, let the young man learn And I sit on this porch with a fading light Three gold souls keeping watch tonight I found some grace in the life I survived A gentle man, still learning to be alive Outro Yeah, I made it past thirty Didn’t think I would Still carrying the weight Still doing what I should
Tags
Male voice soulful dark country great for drinking whiskey to
Duration
4:59
Instrumental
No
Created
4/13/2026