Last Ride Home

{slow fingerpicked acoustic guitar,

mournful weeping pedal steel,

warm

room

ambiance} The letter came,

the drums did beat

I packed my bags and kissed her cheek

She swore she'd wait,

she took my hand

As I rode off to a foreign land

{acoustic guitar picking, quiet upright bass

entry} Two long years of dirt and lead

With her sweet face inside my head

I finally walked back up our road

Ready to drop this heavy load

{brushed snare enters, subtle fiddle harmony} But the porch light burned a

different shade

And the promises we both had made Were shattered on our bedroom

floor

With another man behind our door (oh

no) {dynamic lift, full band country swell,

emotional

belting vocal} I didn't yell,

I didn't fight

I just walked out into the night

The shadows grew, the bottle poured

I couldn't feel her love no more {drums drop out,

sparse dark acoustic guitar,

distant

crying fiddle} Now the cold iron rests against my chest

Lord lay my heavy soul to rest

(ahhhh) {guitar fades to single ringing note,

long slow silence, tape hiss}