RUST ON THE GATE

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

99

key

G minor

energy

0.70

dance

0.94

valence

0.49

vocal at

6.0s

length

4:59

language

En

lyrics

(a gate swings on a dry hinge)
(mmm... mmm...)

Daddy's boots are by the door
Nobody's moved them since the spring
The dog still checks the truck at four
Still waits to hear the keychain ring
(it don't ring, it don't ring)

Forty acres going wild
The way he never let them go
(let 'em grow, let 'em grow)

There's rust on the gate, but it swings
Rust on the gate, but it swings
He built it to outlast his hands
Rust on the gate, but it swings
Rust on the gate, but it swings
(swing low, swing slow)

I found his list on the workbench shelf
Fix the pump. Call your mother. Rest.
He never got around to that last one himself
So I'm resting for us both, I guess
(rest easy, rest easy)

There's rust on the gate, but it swings
Rust on the gate, but it swings
He built it to outlast his hands
Rust on the gate, but it swings
Rust on the gate, but it swings

(the organ carries him home)
(mmm... mmm...)

I oiled the hinge on Sunday
Then I wiped the oil away
(left it be)
Some squeaks are how the dead
Still get their say

There's rust on the gate, but it swings!
Rust on the gate, but it swings
He built it to outlast his hands
Rust on the gate, but it swings
Rust on the gate, but it swings

(evening comes on slow)
(and the gate has its say)