DrPepperWolf-"Ditch on a Forgotten Highway"

[Intro: Slow slide guitar. distant organ swells. and faint humming] The glass tips, the fire flows, I’m losing more than I’ll ever know. [Verse 1] My brother stopped calling; I don't blame him much, He got tired of my slurred words and the shattered crutch. Mama cries on Sundays, prays I’ll find my way, But the bottle digs deeper, and I just push her away. [Hook 1: Soft. with call-and-response vocals] [Lead] Pour another round, feel the burn inside, [Backing] (Mmm-hmm-Ooo-ooo). [Lead] A fire that takes, and never provides, [Backing] (Yes, Lord...Keep drinking). [Chorus] Every bridge I burn, the whiskey burns deeper, The fire on my tongue makes me the reaper. Losing faces, losing names, This bitter drink's the keeper of my shame. [Verse 2] My woman packed her bags, said she couldn't stay, She got tired of the lies I poured each day. The nights are hollow, the silence runs deep, It’s the aching of regret that won’t let me sleep. [Hook 2: With urgent call-and-response vocals] [Lead] It’s not just the glass that breaks—it’s my life on the floor, [Backing] (Aaah-aaah-Ooo-ooo). [Lead] Each drop pulls me further from who I was before, [Backing] (Mmm-hmm...Keep drinking). [Pre-Chorus] The glass feels heavier with every round, And the emptiness roars when I set it down. They say it’s poison—I know they’re right, But it’s my only comfort in the dead of night. [Interlude: Slow. instrumental break with haunting slide guitar and fiddle. subtle organ swells] [Soft humming with the line] "Every tear they’ve cried, every goodbye, It’s all on my tongue, burning me dry." [Chorus] Every bridge I burn, the whiskey burns deeper, The fire on my tongue makes me the reaper. Losing faces, losing names, This bitter drink's the keeper of my shame. [Bridge: Resonant drums. swelling organ. and Gospel-style harmonies] I see their faces in the amber’s glow, They fade with every swallow, faces I’ll never know. The more I lose, the harder it bites, The burn's my salvation in these endless nights. [Verse 3] I missed my daughter’s birthday; she won’t understand, But how can I hold her with these shaking hands? The letters stack up, unopened and cold, Love can't reach me through the chains I hold. [Final Chorus: Desperation deepens. vocals raw and broken] Now they only see the man I’ve become, A hollowed-out sinner, drowning one by one. I see the pity; I feel their scorn, I curse the day that I was born. Maybe I’d be better, lost and gone astray, Dead in a ditch on some forgotten highway. [Spoken Word Section: Sparse instrumentation. soft slide guitar and faint harmonica] "If they find me out there… maybe they’ll know. It wasn’t just the drink—it was everything I couldn’t carry." [Outro: Slide guitar fades with faint harmonica] The fire still burns, the guilt won’t rest, Maybe this road is my final test.