Keep Him

(Verse 1)
I saw your truck parked behind the old saloon
A little too late, or maybe just a little too soon
I recognized the stickers, the dent on the side
But that wasn't my arm you were using to hide
I didn't make a scene, didn't kick in the door
I just sat there and watched a little more
Watched you laugh at a joke that I didn't tell
And watched my whole world go straight to hell.

(Chorus)
So go on and keep him, keep the secrets and the wine
Keep the "I’m working late" and the "everything’s fine"
You’re a high-class traitor in a low-rent town
Built a pedestal just to watch you tear it down
You’re a cold-blooded cheat with a heart made of tin
And I’m the guy who’s never letting you back in.

(Verse 2)
You’ll come home tonight with that look on your face
The one that says you’re the victim of this whole damn place
You’ll ask why I’m packing, why the closet is bare
And I’ll tell you to ask the shadow over there
The one you were kissing while the moon was high
The one who’s the reason for this final goodbye
You didn’t just break a promise, you broke a man’s soul
Now I’m taking my heart and I’m taking control.

(Chorus)
So go on and keep him, keep the secrets and the wine
Keep the "I’m working late" and the "everything’s fine"
You’re a high-class traitor in a low-rent town
Built a pedestal just to watch you tear it down
You’re a cold-blooded cheat with a heart made of tin
And I’m the guy who’s never letting you back in.

(Bridge)
I hope he’s got money, I hope he’s got time
I hope he’s ready for a life full of crime
'Cause you’ll steal his trust just like you stole mine
And leave him at the bottom of a bottle of wine!

(Guitar Solo - Wailing and Aggressive)

(Chorus)
So go on and keep him, keep the secrets and the wine
Keep the "I’m working late" and the "everything’s fine"
You’re a high-class traitor in a low-rent town
Built a pedestal for you just to watch you tear it down
You’re a cold-blooded cheat with a heart made of tin
And I’m the guy who’s never letting you back in.

(Outro)
Yeah, the porch light's off.
And the locks are changed.
Don't bother knocking.

modern blend of gritty country, emotional storytelling, and arena-rock intensity, male, acoustic guitar, jam session