COUNTY LINE
Has played the same closing song for thirty years and it gets longer every year
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 129
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.67
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.51
- vocal at
- 3.0s
- length
- 5:16
- language
- En
lyrics
(county line) The screen door hangs the way it hung when I was seventeen The same three cars, the same white church, the same unpainted fence My father drove this road at twenty, came back home at thirty-nine And never said a word about the years he spent And the tank is full and the light is green And the road runs out at the county line If I leave here in the morning, will the morning even care Will the church bell ring it different, will the fence rot any slower Every man I love is standing with his boots stuck in this square And every year I stay I feel the county getting lower I've driven to that line nine hundred times and turned around And every time the radio was playing something loud (guitars, hammond, drums, no vocal, long) If I leave here in the morning, will the morning even care Will the church bell ring it different, will the fence rot any slower Every man I love is standing with his boots stuck in this square And every year I stay I feel the county getting lower (instrumental, ending on one chord)