Say it plain, say it plain
Drove trucks for eleven years and writes like someone with time to think and no radio
the numbers
- bpm
- 86
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.43
- vocal at
- 6.7s
- length
- 3:38
- language
- En
lyrics
You found me by the feed store, hands in the Ford A cracked red mug, cold coffee on the floorboard You said, "Don't let him sell you on that grin" I laughed it off, but you looked right through the tin You wiped your thumb on your Levi's seam Kept your eyes on the seam in my jeans You took a breath, then you told me why The truth came slow, and it hit like a sign Say it plain, say it plain Say it plain, say it plain I don't need sugar on the blade Say it plain, say it plain At the diner booth, you stirred that tea Rain on the glass, and the whole town could see You said her name like you'd tasted rust Then pushed my plate back, said, "Man, don't trust" I stared at the Formica, split and worn At the ring from a jar where the sugar's stored You kept it clean, kept it bare and raw A hard little truth with a pocketknife jaw Say it plain, say it plain Say it plain, say it plain I don't need sugar on the blade Say it plain, say it plain Now when your truck rolls up my drive I brace for the cut before it arrives You leave your hat on the pinewood chair And tell me the thing I need to hear Say it plain, say it plain Say it plain, say it plain I don't need sugar on the blade Say it plain, say it plain