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SOUTHBOUND HOLLOW

LAST PUNCH

Has played the same closing song for thirty years and it gets longer every year

style

  • southern rock
  • slide guitar
  • hammond organ
  • slow build into extended triple-guitar solo
  • raw male vocal
  • live band feel
  • seven-minute arrangement
  • american southern accent
  • mournful then triumphant
  • southern american drawl

the numbers

bpm
96
key
G minor
energy
0.71
dance
0.90
valence
0.50
vocal at
2.3s
length
3:53
language
En

lyrics

(a shift horn blows)
Seventeen years. That's enough.

I filled my thermos one last time
Watched the clock crawl to the line
Foreman hollered, Where you at?
I just smiled and grabbed my hat

Card in the slot, one final ka-chunk
(ka-chunk!)
Seventeen years in one little punch

I punched out (punched out!)
For the last time, I punched out
Tell the whistle I punched out
Gate swings wide and I mean it
I punched out (punched out!)
First full sun I've ever seen lit

Chain-link gate and a gravel lot
Fifteen Fords in a row, still hot
My name's still taped on locker nine
Keep the tape, boys — the rest is mine

(whistle blows long)
(woo!)

Daddy gave 'em forty years
Got a clock and folding chairs
I ain't trading dawn for dust
Some machines you got to bust

I punched out (punched out!)
For the last time, I punched out
Tell the whistle I punched out
Gate swings wide and I mean it
I punched out (punched out!)

(punched out, punched out)
Sun on my face at three p.m. (mmm)
LAST PUNCH — SOUTHBOUND HOLLOW · FERAL