You paid my tab, you paid my tab
Drove trucks for eleven years and writes like someone with time to think and no radio
the numbers
- bpm
- 172
- key
- D# major
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.44
- vocal at
- 1.9s
- length
- 3:09
- language
- En
lyrics
Rain on my cap, 8:15 At the Waffle House, I was running on steam My truck door stuck in the grocery lot I dropped my change and the whole line stopped Then you reached down, picked up my keys Said, "Son, you look like you need these" You nodded once, like it was nothing to do And the bad got small in the middle of you You paid my tab, you paid my tab You paid my tab, you paid my tab Left me my pride and a paper sack You paid my tab, you paid my tab Blue plastic cup on a chipped-up tray My hands still shook from the day I had You laughed at the drip off my sleeve Then folded the bill and slid it to me No big speech, no sermon, no show Just a twenty on a Formica row You said, "We all get wore down, man" Then you tipped your hat and left a stain on my plan You paid my tab, you paid my tab You paid my tab, you paid my tab Left me my pride and a paper sack You paid my tab, you paid my tab Now I pass that place on Nolensville Road See that red booth where the coffee ran cold I keep loose bills in the glove-box wrap In case somebody else needs paying back You paid my tab, you paid my tab You paid my tab, you paid my tab Left me my pride and a paper sack You paid my tab, you paid my tab