Mercy Road (The Story of the Last Outlaw)

If you like the songs by Tom McQueen (The Story of the Last Outlaw), then feel free to check out the playlist https://suno.com/playlist/7a688b4f-f533-4666-8b29-5d2cbc4e18fe Lyrics: Copyright © 2026 Accasha All Rights Reserved ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ [Intro Soft guitar, dobro picking, low hum of upright bass] I found a light on a weathered sign, a place that held its breath for me. You wore the calm like Sunday clothes, and made a home of honesty. Walked through the dust with an open hand, you kept the world from wearing thin. When I had nothing left to sell, you gave the only thing that’s been. You’re my mercy on the road, my quiet truth in a storm, a small room with a fire, a shelter keeping me warm. A hymn without a choir, a coin that’s never owed, if grace had feet to follow me, it’d walk me down Mercy Road. Nights were long and the whiskey lied, promises folded like old maps. I learned to read the lines you drew, found shelter in the way you laugh. You turn the simple into something whole, you plant your faith in broken ground. When the world kept count of what I lost, you’d count the stars when no one’s around. You’re my mercy on the road, my quiet truth in a storm, a small room with a fire, a shelter keeping me warm. A hymn without a choir, a coin that’s never owed, if grace had feet to follow me, it’d walk me down Mercy Road. No trumpets, no parade — just the steady beat of two plain hands, no gold, no grand display — just the kind of love that understands. So take my ragged stories, stitch them in the seam of your coat, I’ll ride wherever you’re going, on the highway of your hope. You’re my mercy on the road, my quiet truth in a storm, a small room with a fire, a shelter keeping me warm. A hymn without a choir, a coin that’s never owed, if grace had feet to follow me, it’d walk me down Mercy Road. [Outro Dobro fades, breath held — one last chord, then quiet]