

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Last days are pullin’ in Like a storm on the old freight line Past years just reflections In a cracked bar mirror at closing time Distant memories, yeah, they drift Like those cheap red matches and smoke Nothing is as it seems at the last draw Every promise turns to a joke [Chorus] At the last draw All falls as the scroll is written At the last draw Every prayer sounds like it’s quittin’ I keep draggin’ on this old scarred soul Like a coat that never fits right At the last draw, baby You see the whole hand in the light [Verse 2] Your name in the ashtray dust Your glass still stains the wood I replay all the wrong words Try to twist ’em into somethin’ good But the dealer just keeps dealin’ Same cards, same crooked grin Nothing is as it seems at the last draw You lose slow, then all at once you’re in [Chorus] At the last draw All falls as the scroll is written At the last draw Every prayer sounds like it’s quittin’ I keep draggin’ on this old scarred soul Like a coat that never fits right At the last draw, baby You see the whole hand in the light [Bridge] [Band drops soft, guitar barely whispering] So I raise this chipped glass higher To the ghosts leanin’ on the wall (oh yeah) If I was ever meant for somethin’ I was meant for this fall [Chorus] At the last draw All falls as the scroll is written At the last draw Even lies feel almost bitten I keep draggin’ on this old scarred soul Through the slow curl of the night At the last draw, darlin’ We finally see it We finally see it In the light
Tags
Slow, dusty Chicago blues in a dim club; male vocals with a weary growl. Clean tube amp guitar plays a spacious, late-night shuffle, upright bass walks soft, brushed snare drags behind the beat. Harmonica answers vocal phrases, organ swells in the chorus. Dynamics stay low and smoldering, with a stripped-back bridge that lets the vocal crack on the key lines before the band eases back in., chicago blues, slow
5:06
No
4/16/2026