

Prompt / Lyrics
[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]
Tags
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
5:54
No
12/24/2025