Walkin’ Out Clean

[Verse 1]
Found my ring on the table
Thin line of dust ’round the frame
Coffee’s cold in the kitchen
And I don’t taste the blame
I packed my last small suitcase
Left the silence where it lay
Her thunder’s in the rearview
Fadin’ further every mile I take away
[Chorus]
I’m walkin’ out clean
Baby
Shirt on my back
Pockets lean
But my heart’s not yours to bruise now
Every breath feelin’ new
Bright
And mean
Yeah I’m walkin’ out clean
Honey
You can keep the house and the key
Got my shoes on this good road
And this good road’s keepin’ me free
[Verse 2]
Used to count her footsteps
Like a jailer countin’ bars
Sleepin’ with one eye open
Watchin’ shadows
Naming scars
Now I count highway markers
And the miles since I last cried
Found a cheap room
One good guitar
And a mirror that don’t choose a side
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
She can tell her story
Make a saint out of her pain
I’ll be out on some back porch
Lettin’ worries drip off with the rain
[low vocal register] I ain’t her fool
Her shield
Her trophy
Not her broken-down machine
[guitar solo]
I’m just a man with a sunrise
And two feet finally feelin’ what they mean
[Chorus]

Slow-burning electric blues band in a smoky bar, male vocals with worn gravel. Fingerpicked guitar in the verses, spare organ pads; drums shuffle lazy, bass walking low. Each chorus swells with call-and-response backing vocals and bent guitar fills. Final verse lifts in key with a short, crying lead-guitar break that fades on a held vocal ad-lib., blues