Lonesome Blue Eyes (Western Dusk)

[Intro wide open field at dusk, sparse, melancholic, vocal upfront and direct] Verse 1 Nursin' a bottle of Hennessy On the back of my Chevy CK Whole town is asleep Streetlamp flickerin' against A fading day Some kid's game still going Under lights that hum In a ballgame no one kept count, weren't no winners or losers [Refrain 1 acoustic-electric building, fiddle/strings swelling in] Lonesome blue is callin' He's a blue collar boy With baby blue eyes and blue and black bruises He's searching the western dusk [strings swell] For a sunrise that already done sunk I hear 'em cuttin' up, callin' next at bat Bat cracks, the field's alive So the ball rolls at my feet Booted and shined [Verse 2 sing-talking, direct, fingerpicked, picking up speed] I pick it up, blow on it, toss it past the fence Thanks mister they shout And run right back [quiet, spacious, melancholic again] My calloused fingers curl around empty air Wonder what it would be like if I stuck around [hard tonal snap, faster, cockier, swaggering] I flick on my lighter, pack almost done walk back to the truck, turn up the country station Drive on them backroads Singin' darling you can't find me nobody ever was home [Refrain 2 — full band locked in, thicker strings/cello undertone] Lonesome blue is ridin' high He's a blue collar boy With baby blue eyes and blue and black bruises Still runnin' from a sound I can't outrun Some things don't ever let go So I turn up that old radio No use lookin' at the pain I borrowed [vocal roughens] Just take one for the road Friends and lovers left in the dirt [Refrain 1 acoustic-electric building, fiddle/strings swelling in] Lonesome blue is callin' He's a blue collar boy With baby blue eyes and blue and black bruises He's searching the western dusk [strings swell] [Refrain 2 — full band locked in, thicker strings/cello undertone] Lonesome blue is ridin' high He's a blue collar boy With baby blue eyes and blue and black bruises Still runnin' from a sound I can't outrun Some things don't ever let go So I turn up that old radio No use lookin' at the pain I borrowed [vocal roughens] Just take one for the road Friends and lovers left in the dirt Lonesome blue, the fire in my heart won't die [Outro — quiet fade, sparse, unresolved but calm]