Porch Light Goodbye

[Verse 1]
You rolled in with a smile
And a pretty little lie
Said you wanted my best
Said you'd stay by my side
I fixed your broken screen
Paid the bills on time
You took my best jeans
And my last clean dime
[Verse 2]
I came home early
Found the truth on the floor
His boots by the door
And your heart wanting more
You used me for your fire
For your chores and your shine
For the picture in the frame
And the money in the line
[Pre-Chorus]
Now the whole town knows
What I should've seen
You weren't loving me
You were loving what I bring
So grab that suitcase, baby
Don't make this hard tonight
'Cause I ain't your fallback
And I ain't your ride
[Chorus]
Pack your bags, baby, pack 'em tight
You can’t wear my name tonight
Pack your bags, baby, head on out
Take your lies and your pretty mouth
You got your lovin'
You got your show
Now get your boots
And hit the road (hit the road)
[Verse 3]
You liked my clean shirts
Liked my truck in the drive
Liked the way I stood tall
When you were feeling fine
But a man ain't a shelter
For your storms and your games
And I won't keep on clapping
For somebody else's name
[Pre-Chorus]
Now the whole town knows
What I should've seen
You weren't loving me
You were loving what I bring
So grab that suitcase, baby
Don't make this hard tonight
'Cause I ain't your fallback
And I ain't your ride
[Chorus]
Pack your bags, baby, pack 'em tight
You can’t wear my name tonight
Pack your bags, baby, head on out
Take your lies and your pretty mouth
You got your lovin'
You got your show
Now get your boots
And hit the road (hit the road)
[Bridge]
I gave you my Sundays
My pay and my pride
But you never met me
You just lived inside
So here's your last favor
Don't slam that door
This house ain't your hall pass
It ain't yours anymore
[Final Chorus]
Pack your bags, baby, pack 'em tight
You can’t wear my name tonight
Pack your bags, baby, head on out
Take your lies and your pretty mouth
You got your lovin'
You got your show
Now get your boots
And hit the road (hit the road)
Pack your bags, baby, pack 'em tight
This ain't your home, and I ain't blind
Pack your bags, baby, one more time
Go on, girl, and leave my mind

90s country up-tempo with stompin two-step groove, bright Telecaster riffs, honky-tonk piano, weeping steel, and fiddle fills; verse rides tight storytelling, pre-chorus lifts with snare pushes and stacked harmony, chorus slams with gang vocals and a big hook. Lead vocal stays rough and front-and-center, with doubled lines on the punch words, ad-lib throws on the hook, and a final chorus lift. Ear candy: steel swell into the chorus, fiddle turnarounds between lines, and a hand-clap pickup before the last hook. Bright, punchy, radio-ready mix with a big room feel., country