Song Description
A traditional country duet with a simple beat, walking bass line and strumming guitars about pride and knowing your part in things and how to fix them but still cutting off you nose to spite your face.
Song Length |
4:59 |
Genre |
Country - Americana, Country - Traditional |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Male/Female |
Subject |
Breaking Up, Relationship |
Similar Artists |
June Carter and Johnny Cash, George Jones and Tammy Wynette |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
I still recall the last time I saw her
Standing alone in the rain
That mean train a comin', takin' my someone
Right then I knew life would change
Blue eyes teary, the setting quite dreary
Tried to be a man all the same
Opened my big mouth, couldn't manage a word
She climbed the steps and vanished through the door
Her last gaze told me through rain spattered glass
That she wouldn't be my baby anymore
I'm still his baby, why can't he see inside me
It's killing me to close this train's door
If only he'd call me, or say please don't leave me
I'd jump from this train to his love
I can't help but wonder, if he'd chose me over whiskey
If our love could have blossomed into more
But he stood there in the rain, as my train rolled down the track
With tears welled in his blue eyes like before
No words from his mouth and the wind against his back
He wouldn't be my baby anymore
Walkin' home lonely, pullin' on my whiskey
Soaked through my bones to my soul
Got feelin' tipsy, wonder does she miss me
And how could I ever let her go
Stumblin' and drinkin', bad thoughts I am thinkin'
If I had a gun I can't say what I'd do
The voices in my head scream out, what do I do now?
Please gimme just a clue, I do implore
My timing's piss poor and the notion cuts me deep
That she wouldn't be my baby anymore
My clearer thoughts are comin' to me now
Should I deserve a respite or reprieve
Where was my level head when I needed it most?
If I'd a broken down, would she still leave?
Combative and drinkin', just barely thinkin'
I guess I got just what was in store
I'll carry it forever, that last solemn look
That she wouldn't be my baby anymore
Regret consumes me, hindsight's twenty twenty
When did love become such a chore?
And empty heart and house is all that it took
Now she wouldn't be my baby anymore
I screwed the pooch and I did it by the book
No, she wouldn't be my baby anymore