Your Hat Still Hangs
Has played the same closing song for thirty years and it gets longer every year
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- C major
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.91
- valence
- 0.49
- vocal at
- 4.0s
- length
- 4:48
- language
- En
lyrics
Your straw hat hangs beside the door, sweat-rimmed and bent the way you bent. Your boots still muddy up the floor. I sweep around them where you went. Mama says it's time to sell. Some things ain't mine to bid farewell. The porch light's on, the porch light's on, I keep it burning dusk to dawn, the porch light's on, the porch light's on, for every soul that's southbound gone. You taught me: leave a light for the lost. I'm learning what that lesson cost. I found your pocketknife in June, still sharp, still smelling of cut pine. I whittled nothing all afternoon and felt your steady hand in mine. The porch light's on, the porch light's on, I keep it burning dusk to dawn, the porch light's on, the porch light's on, for every soul that's southbound gone. You taught me: leave a light for the lost. I'm learning what that lesson cost. You ain't in the stone up on the hill. You're in the hollow, in the still, in slide guitar and Sunday rain, in every engine I fix again. The porch light's on, the porch light's on, I keep it burning dusk to dawn, the porch light's on, the porch light's on, for every soul that's southbound gone. You taught me: leave a light for the lost. I'm learning what that lesson cost. The porch light's on... come home when you can. (spoken) This one's for you, old man.