The Man Who Chose To Beat Her

Raw front-porch delta blues, male vocals cracked and weathered, One resonator slide guitar and a foot-stomp board drive the groove; brushed snare creeps in on the second verse, Vocal stays close and confessional in the verses, then opens into a ragged shout on the hook with call-and-response hums, Roomy, natural reverb like a small wooden shack, every fret squeak and thumb slap loud in the mix, delta blues, male vocals

[Verse 1] He came home drunk from the mill Boots muddy Breath full of blame She set his plate Hands still shaking He loaded that anger like it carried his name [Chorus] The man who chose to beat her Thought pain made him bigger Raised his hand Lost his soul Every swing cut his own control The man who chose to beat her Burned his house from the inside You can't call that power That's a coward in a man's disguise [Verse 2] Baby girl hid under the table Counted cracks in the kitchen floor He slammed that door like thunder Swore it was love as he cried for more [Chorus] [Bridge] One night that barrel got pointed back Smoke curled up like a Sunday hymn Judge said "son This life is a mirror" What you poured on them came pouring on in [Chorus]

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