High on an Empty Hill

Laid-back front-porch bluegrass with brushed snare, upright bass, and bright, twangy banjo rolls, Fiddle weaves a lonely counter-melody around a warm male vocal, Verses stay close and conversational; chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a driving train rhythm, Subtle dobro fills add ache between lines, energy rising gently toward a final, bittersweet tag, bluegrass

[Verse 1] Got a coffee can ashtray On this busted porch rail Same three stars keep watchin' When the small-town lights go pale My phone stay face-down silent Friends all settled in I'm passin' 'round this secret Like it's my last kind of friend [Chorus] I'm just a lonely stoner on a Saturday night Blowin' little gray prayers in the pale porch light Laughin' at nothin' Tryin' not to cry Heart full of talk But the words go shy Yeah The world keeps spinnin' past this hill I own And I'm too damn high to feel less alone [Verse 2] Mama keeps on callin' Says I oughta come to church I tell her that I'm workin' But it's this feeling doin' the work Got a stack of old love letters In a boot-box by my chair Read 'em when the green hits And pretend you're still out there [Chorus] I'm just a lonely stoner on a Saturday night Blowin' little gray prayers in the pale porch light Laughin' at nothin' Tryin' not to cry Heart full of talk But the words go shy Yeah The world keeps spinnin' past this hill I own And I'm too damn high to feel less alone [Bridge] One more drag One more daydream 'Bout a truck door slammin' home Boots on these tired floorboards Sayin' "Baby You ain't on your own" (hey) 'Til then it's crickets Flickin' lighters And this chair that knows my bones [Chorus] I'm just a lonely stoner on a Saturday night Blowin' little gray prayers in the pale porch light Laughin' at nothin' Tryin' not to cry Heart full of talk But the words go shy Yeah The world keeps spinnin' past this hill I own And I'm too damn high to feel less alone

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