Bury Me On A Backroad šļø (Remix) (ft. justbrandon)
Grunge, Goth Folk, Blackgaze Blues, Dark Americana. A brooding, slow-tempo song in a minor key. The instrumentation features a droning cello, a sparse and haunting acoustic guitar, deep bass, and sludgy, distorted electric guitars drenched in reverb and delay. The drums are heavy and slow, like a heartbeat, feet stomping. The male vocals are with rural East Tennessee / Eastern Kentucky Appalachian dialect, close mics, narrative, half spoken, swaggering, gritty, a gravelly, pained baritone that shifts from a low, intimate whisper in the verses to a powerful, strained belt in the choruses. The production is raw, ambient, introspective, and atmospheric, with a sense of vast, empty space.
Bury Me On A Backroad šļø (Remix) (ft. justbrandon)
Grunge, Goth Folk, Blackgaze Blues, Dark Americana. A brooding, slow-tempo song in a minor key. The instrumentation features a droning cello, a sparse and haunting acoustic guitar, deep bass, and sludgy, distorted electric guitars drenched in reverb and delay. The drums are heavy and slow, like a heartbeat, feet stomping. The male vocals are with rural East Tennessee / Eastern Kentucky Appalachian dialect, close mics, narrative, half spoken, swaggering, gritty, a gravelly, pained baritone that shifts from a low, intimate whisper in the verses to a powerful, strained belt in the choruses. The production is raw, ambient, introspective, and atmospheric, with a sense of vast, empty space.
Lyrics
Intro
Chorus
I might never come back home
So if I die, draped in all of my gold
Bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave
I don't want my family to go through that pain
So bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
Verse 1
Yeah, bury me on a back road
Iām chasinā the wind, might never come back home
Canāt bālieve I made it this far, I crawled up outta that red clay mud like a olā tadpole
This aināt just fer me, my whole holler ridinā shotgun, some folks want me to wreck though
They takinā shots, but Iām right at the rim, put the rock in my hand and Iām shatterinā backboards
Got a dream and some cash and a full tank of gas, and an olā past I aināt never lettinā go of
Raise a jar to the nights I didnāt die but damn near did, thinkinā back still chokes me up
If the stars donāt shine, Iāll still find light in the fire off the bridges I done burnt up
Put a stone with no name, bury me and my chains, pour one out on my grave when my timeās up
Chorus
I might never come back home
So if I die, draped in all of my gold
Bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave
I don't want my family to go through that pain
So bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
Bridge
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
Verse 2
I been cut, I been crossed, I been left out to rot, but canāt nobody call me fake
Had folks I love look me dead in the eyes, fix their mouth and flat lie to my face
Everābody aināt built like you and that hurts, but itās true, had to learn how to carry that weight
Karma rolls in quick and the reaper donāt miss, Iāll be grinninā when Iām starinā down fate
Tell my babies Daddy loves āem, ever mistake that I made was to make sure yāall was straight
Let āem take what they want off my plate, Lord I just hope I aināt got here too late
Let the world run its mouth all it wants, for the record I never was scared of the hate
Bury me in a flyover stateā¦ but damn sure make sure yāall remember my name
Spoken
āHeyā¦ yāall listen to Daddy real quick.
I know I aināt always been home, and I know I done messed up plenty.
But every mile I drove, every fight I fought, every dollar I stackedā¦ it was all for yāall.
Daddy loves you more than these gold chains, more than this loud music, more than anything this worldās ever gonna give me.
You be good, you be kind, and you look out for each other when Iām gone.
Iām proud of yāallā¦ always.
Alrightā¦ turn it back up.ā
Chorus
I might never come back home
So if I die, draped in all of my gold
Bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
'Cause I don't want nobody crying at my grave
I don't want my family to go through that pain
So bury me on a back road
In a flyover state with no name on the stone
Outro
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
(No name on the stone)
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