Let the Clutch Out Slow
by Scotty Rivers · Country · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
Prompt
Southern country soul ballad, gravelly warm baritone with whiskey rasp, hushed verses, soulful chorus belts
Lyrics
Well, well, well Empty church lot, Sunday after one Hymn still hanging in the air Dad's got a shop rag in his back pocket Eli's got my old boots on, sitting there Stalls it once, stalls it twice Gravel dust on the windshield glass Me at the fence with my hat in my hand Eight years late and I'm still last The old man leans in, calm as a creek Looks right through me while he's talking to him "Let the clutch out slow, son Like you're letting go of something Don't you jerk it, don't you race it Let the clutch out slow" Lord, I felt that one in my bones I've been popping it loose since I left home Let the clutch out slow Eli grins, and the whole thing rolls Past the painted line and the old bell rope Dad says, "Boy, that's it, that's all it takes Holding on or letting go ain't hope" I missed his birthdays, missed the snow Missed the night he lost that tooth Dad never raised his voice at me He just kept the porch light on, that's the truth The old man looks up, tips his cap to me Says, "Your turn, if you're man enough to be" "Let the clutch out slow, son Like you're letting go of something Don't you jerk it, don't you race it Let the clutch out slow" Lord, I felt that one in my bones I'm done popping it loose, I'm coming home Let the clutch out slow Let the clutch out slow, son Like you're letting go of something Let the clutch out slow, let the clutch out slow Lord, I'm coming home, nice and slow Let the clutch out slow