[Intro] (A phone rings twice on a dark nightstand. Click of an answer, followed by the clink of truck keys. A driving acoustic guitar kicks off a fast 2-step groove, joined by a punchy bass slap, snare crack, and a soaring, overdriven Telecaster lick) [Verse 1] Phone lights the ceiling at a quarter past three Don’t care who it is, long as they’re calling me I don’t check the caller, I don’t check the clock I know that tone when a brother’s on the rocks. You could be stranded down in ditch-water clay You could have trouble that won’t wash away Don't need a story, don't need a defense A real brother’s ride don't sit on the fence. [Pre-Chorus] (Banjo doubles the rhythm, snare rolls build the pocket) Grab the heavy jacket hanging off the chair Turn the ignition over, cutting through the air. Don't you say you're sorry, don't you say a word— If you're in the ditch, consider it heard! [Chorus] (Explosive dynamic drop, full band erupts, stadium gang harmonies) I’m the guy you call at three in the morning! No questions asked and no preachin' or warnin'! Got a full tank of gas and a chain in the bed Ready for whatever's lying straight ahead! Don't care where you've been or what line you crossed When the wheels come off, I don't count the cost! Just say where you're at and hold down the fort— I got boots on the floor and your full support! (Yeah, boots on the floor!) [Verse 2] I’ve walked through the desert and I’ve worn the blue I know what it’s like when the shadows hit you. When the world turns its back and the bridge starts to burn There’s only one number you ever need to turn. Whether you need a shovel, a hand, or a ride Or somebody steady standing by your side— I won't judge your scars and I won't judge your fight I’m just the hammer rollin' into the night! [Pre-Chorus] (Rhythmic room handclaps and heavy kick pulse) Grab the heavy jacket hanging off the chair Turn the ignition over, cutting through the air. Don't you say you're sorry, don't you say a word— If you're in the ditch, consider it heard! [Chorus] (Full band, massive multi-voice anthemic hook) I’m the guy you call at three in the morning! No questions asked and no preachin' or warnin'! Got a full tank of gas and a chain in the bed Ready for whatever's lying straight ahead! Don't care where you've been or what line you crossed When the wheels come off, I don't count the cost! Just say where you're at and hold down the fort— I got boots on the floor and your full support! [Guitar & Honky-Tonk Piano Solo] (Blistering chicken-picking Telecaster solo trades hot-rod licks with rolling barrelhouse piano runs over a driving, double-time rhythm section) [Bridge] (Halftime breakdown, heavy bass pulse, gritty spoken-baritone snarl) True brothers don't ask what you did wrong... They just show up when the night gets long. So sit on the tailgate, let the headlights shine... Your fight is my fight, right on the line! [Chorus] (Maximum wall-of-sound energy, shouting gang vocals) I’m the guy you call at three in the morning! No questions asked and no preachin' or warnin'! Got a full tank of gas and a chain in the bed Ready for whatever's lying straight ahead! Don't care where you've been or what line you crossed When the wheels come off, I don't count the cost! Just say where you're at and hold down the fort— I got boots on the floor and your full support! [Outro] (Driving 2-step groove continues, Telecaster riffs and barrelhouse piano trading out) Boots on the floor... Rollin' down 49... Hold tight, brother... I’m on my way! (Big final drum fill, ringing G-major chord with warm tube-amp feedback and a sharp truck door slam)
