[Intro]
Dark Country, Southern Gothic, Murder Folk, Deep Male Baritone, Gritty Weary Voice, Haunting Acoustic Guitar, Weeping Slide Guitar, Slow steady Kick Drum, Somber, Fatalistic, Storytelling, 70 BPM
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Lyrics
[Intro]
(Slow, haunting acoustic guitar picking. A distant slide guitar whines)
(Deep, weary hum)
Hmmmm...
[Verse 1]
(Just acoustic guitar and voice, very intimate)
I hammered the nails and I bought the land
Put a heavy gold ring right on your hand
I pulled the weeds and I sowed the seed
Tried to be every single thing you need
But I see that look in your dark brown eyes
Like a storm rollin' into the western skies
I can lock the gate, I can build a wall
But I can't stop the highway's call.
[Pre-Chorus]
(A slow, thumping kick drum enters like a heartbeat)
I used to think my sweat could buy your time.
I used to think that making you smile was a crime against the dark.
But you can't own a wandering spark.
[Chorus]
(Full acoustic band, mournful but powerful)
'Cause a man can work his fingers to the bone
Try to turn a wooden house into a home
But there's a gamble when the morning breaks
If she's gonna leave with the choices she makes
You can't cage a bird in a silken net...
A woman only stays if she wants to be kept.
Yeah, she only stays if she wants to be kept.
[Verse 2]
(Music strips back down, quiet and tense)
Every sunrise holds a quiet threat
A rolling of the dice, a heavy bet
I can buy the dress, I can pour the wine
But I can't make your heart beat in time with mine
There's a suitcase sitting in the hall
Just waiting on the devil or the road to call
I can hold you tight in the midnight dark
But I don't hold the deed to your wandering heart.
[Pre-Chorus]
(The slow kick drum returns, slightly louder)
I used to think my sweat could buy your time.
I used to think that making you smile was a crime against the dark.
But you can't own a wandering spark.
[Chorus]
(Heavy, dark country groove, vocals are gritty and loud)
'Cause a man can work his fingers to the bone
Try to turn a wooden house into a home
But there's a gamble when the morning breaks
If she's gonna leave with the choices she makes
You can't cage a bird in a silken net...
A woman only stays if she wants to be kept.
[Bridge]
(Music stops. Just the acoustic guitar playing a slow, sad melody)
So I leave the front door open wide.
There ain't no use in trying to hide
From the bitter truth that a man must face
When he loves a woman with a wild grace.
I can give you the world...
But the choice is yours to take it.
[Guitar Solo]
(A haunting, bluesy acoustic slide guitar solo over the slow drum beat)
[Chorus]
(One last time, singing with total, weary acceptance)
'Cause a man can work his fingers to the bone
Try to turn a wooden house into a home
But there's a gamble when the morning breaks
If she's gonna leave with the choices she makes
You can't cage a bird in a silken net...
A woman only stays if she wants to be kept.
[Outro]
(Fading out slowly, just guitar and voice)
If she wants to walk, then let her walk.
Let the floorboards creak, let the neighbors talk.
You can't buy a soul with the sweat you wept...
She only stays if she wants to be kept.
(Guitar plays one final, dark minor chord and rings out into silence)
[End]