

Prompt / Lyrics
Neon buzzing in the corner Rain running down the glass Cheap bourbon in a heavy pour Trying to make the night last Door swung open slow and quiet Cold wind crossed the floor A stranger in a black hat Stepped through the barroom door He sat down right beside me Like he’d been there all along Voice low as midnight thunder Said “Son, your time is gone.” I said you’re late, my friend By the next round before we go Bartender pour that bottle Let that dark whiskey flow If I’m walking out with death tonight I ain’t leaving slow You’re late, my friend By the next round before we go He watched the smoke rise slowly From the cigarette in my hand Like he’d seen a thousand endings Of a thousand different men Said most folks start their praying Or they’re begging for some time I just raised my glass up And slid his drink down the line I said if you come to take me Well at least sit down a while Every road worth leaving Deserves a final mile You’re late, my friend By the next round before we go Bartender keep them coming Let that dark whiskey flow If the night’s my last companion Well I’ll face it like I know You’re late, my friend By the next round before we go The jukebox cried a lonely tune Steel guitar and pain Two shadows at a barroom Listening to the rain He tipped his hat and said to me “You’re different than the rest” I said “Death, if you’re collecting souls Tonight you’ll get one blessed.”
Tags
Dark country and soul 
4:06
No
3/8/2026