The SuBourbon Blues Project - Chris Ford
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Where Concrete Meets The Grass
Lyrics
Verse:
Woke this morning, well past sunrise
Whiskey haze clouding my eyes.
Out my window saw my things, on the sidewalk.
What did I do this time? Why can't we just talk?

Verse:
Went to the street; to get my belongings.
Pay the price again, doing the wrong things.
I think as I stuff them, in an old sack,
Guess I shouldn't ask now, if I can go back.

Chorus:
Every time I get wasted,
find myself where concrete meets the grass.
You'd think by now, I wouldn't waste it.
Darlin' I hope that chance, wasn't my last.


Verse:
Spend lonely nights, in a cheap room,
Hoping for that phone to ring soon.
Could I search answers on the nightstand, in that Bible,
Reaching past the phone, and whiskey bottle.


Chorus:
Every time I get wasted,
find myself where concrete meets the grass.
You'd think by now, I wouldn't waste it.
Darlin' I hope that chance, wasn't my last.
Description
Short Song Description:
Blues/Rock "Ballad" - Relatable story about the consequences of drinking too much, getting kicked out of the house, and trying to turn things around.
Long Song Description:
Blues/Rock "Ballad" - Relatable story about the consequences of drinking too much, getting kicked out of the house, and trying to turn things around.
Story Behind the Song:
Inspired by relatable real life experiences.
Credits
Lyric Credits: Chris Ford
Music Credits: Chris Ford
Producer Credits: Chris Ford
Publisher Credits: Chris Ford
Performance Credits: Chris Ford
Metadata
Song Length: 4:20
Primary Genre: Blues-Traditional
Secondary Genre: Blues-Rock
Tempo / Feel: Slow (71 - 90)
Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
Subject Matter 1: Bad Love
Subject Matter 2: Dysfunctional Relations
Mood 1: Gloomy
Similar Artist 1: Eagles, The
Era: 1990 - 1999