[INTRO — 110 BPM | 4/4 | G MAJOR | SOLO FINGERPICKED RESONATOR GUITAR | WARM METALLIC SLIDE | NO DRUMS | WEARY MALE APPALACHIAN BARITONE | LOW CHEST VOICE | LOOSE, CONVERSATIONAL PHRASING | AUDIBLE BREATHS | SUBTLE VOCAL FRY] Another twelve-hour day, clocked out in the dark Hands still stained, back about to break I sit in the truck with the engine idling Wonderin’ how much more my body can take [VERSE 1 — 110 BPM | FINGERPICKED RESONATOR | GENTLE BASS-STRING PULSE | GRITTY LOW BARITONE | BEHIND-THE-BEAT DELIVERY | NATURAL SOUTHERN DRAWL | SUBTLE MELODIC TURNS | WISTFUL, REFLECTIVE | SLIGHT REVERB] Kids are grown, the house is quiet now Porch light’s on, just me and a cold beer I close my eyes and the years start falling Back to a time that still feels so near When the biggest fight was on the TV screen And the whole world fit inside a Saturday [CHORUS — 110 BPM | RESONATOR SHIFTS TO STRONGER RHYTHMIC PICKING | POWERFUL GRITTY MALE BELTING | OPEN-THROATED APPALACHIAN WAIL | LONG SUSTAINED VOWELS | STRONG ASCENDING VOCAL RUNS | EMOTIONAL CRACKS | NATURAL VIBRATO | VOCALS PUSH FORWARD | INTENSE NOSTALGIC LONGING] Take me ba-a-ack to when I was a kid No worries but chasing the bad guy Saturday morning cartoons, bowl of cereal Then riding bikes down to the creek Mud on our boots, sun on our faces Laughing like the day would never end Take me ba-a-ack to when I was a kid Before the world started closing in [RESONATOR TURNAROUND — 2 BARS | EXPRESSIVE SLIDE GUITAR RESPONSE | DESCENDING BLUESY FILL | NATURAL STRING BUZZ] [VERSE 2 — 110 BPM | RETURN TO DELICATE FINGERPICKING | WARM MALE BARITONE | GENTLE STORYTELLING | LIGHT VOCAL LIFTS AT LINE ENDINGS | SOFT SLIDE RESPONSES | GROWING EMOTION | NOSTALGIC SMILE THROUGH SADNESS] We’d meet at the corner, tires bald from riding Trading cards and telling bigger lies Mom would holler when the streetlights flickered But we never wanted to say goodbye Catching frogs, skipping rocks, getting filthy Coming home with scraped-up knees and grins A pocket full of change for a candy bar And the creek was the whole world we lived in [CHORUS — 110 BPM | STRONG RESONATOR STRUM-PICK PATTERN | FULL CHEST-VOICE BELTING | RASPY VOCAL EDGE | MORE AGGRESSIVE MELODIC RUNS | EXTENDED VOWELS ON "BACK" AND "END" | SOUTHERN GOSPEL-INFLUENCED ORNAMENTATION | RAW EMOTIONAL INTENSITY | NO HARMONIES] Take me ba-a-ack to when I was a kid No worries but chasing the bad guy Saturday morning cartoons, bowl of cereal Then riding bikes down to the creek Mud on our boots, sun on our faces Laughing like the day would never e-e-end Take me ba-a-ack to when I was a kid Before the world started closing in [VERSE 3 — 110 BPM | RESONATOR DROPS TO SPARSE FINGERPICKING | LOWER VOCAL REGISTER | DEEP FATIGUE AND REGRET | AUDIBLE BREATH | GRADUAL CRESCENDO | VOICE CRACKS ON EMOTIONAL WORDS | LAST TWO LINES RISE INTO A STRAINED, ACHING BELT] Now I’m working to the bone just to keep the lights on Dreaming of those simple, slower days I see my own kids staring at their screens And I wish they knew the freedom that we had The creek’s still there, the cartoons are gone But that kid inside me never went away [FINAL CHORUS — 110 BPM | MAXIMUM VOCAL INTENSITY | AGGRESSIVE RESONATOR PICKING | RAW APPALACHIAN SOUL | EXPLOSIVE CHEST BELTS | POWERFUL ASCENDING PENTATONIC VOCAL RUNS | MELISMATIC FLOURISHES | LONG DESPERATE HOLDS | GRITTY BREAKING VOICE | NATURAL VIBRATO | SLOW EMOTIONAL DECRESCENDO AT END] So take me ba-a-a-ack to when I was a kid No worries but chasing the bad guy Saturday morning cartoons, bowl of cereal Then riding bikes down to the creek Mud on our boots, sun on our faces Laughing like the day would never e-e-end Take me ba-a-a-ack to when I was a kid Oh, take me ba-a-ack again Take me ba-a-a-ack… [OUTRO — 110 BPM | SOLO RESONATOR GUITAR | SLOW SPACIOUS SLIDE PHRASES | EXHAUSTED, ALMOST WHISPERED BARITONE | FINAL WORD BLOSSOMS INTO LONG, SOULFUL DESCENDING VOCAL RUN | TREMBLING VIBRATO | RESONATOR RINGS OUT NATURALLY] Take me back to the creek… Take me ba-a-a-ack… [END — FINAL RESONATOR CHORD | NATURAL STRING DECAY | SILENCE]
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