Sweet Demise in the Corner Pocket

Gritty delta blues with male vocals, slide guitar front and center, brushed snare and a thumping upright bass, Verse stays sparse and swampy; chorus hits harder with stomps, claps, and gang shouts on key phrases, Harmonica answers vocal lines, and the bridge leans into a raw, overdriven guitar tone before a final, hanging chorus, delta blues, male vocals

[Verse 1] Met my sweet demise Holding a pool cue tight Eight-ball grin In the busted bar light Smoke curled lazy Over sticky felt green She said "Rack 'em Trouble You can break on me" [Chorus] Sweet demise in the corner pocket Heart on the table You called it You called it Every shot you took cut straight through my pride Sweet demise You chalked that cue And scratched my soul inside [Verse 2] She sank stripes While I sank cheap gin Cold eyes laughing At the mess I'm in Whiskey on her lips Chalk dust on her hands She said "Boy You’re out of luck But you still my man" [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Last game Last chance Last cigarette Cue ball spinning Like a bad old bet You kissed my jaw Said "Loser buys the ride" Then you walked on out And took my winning side [Chorus]

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