Saddle Storms - Graveyard Shift Blues

Graveyard Shift Blues | Saddle Storms | Whiskey After Dark Album

He never missed a shift. He missed everything else. Graveyard Shift Blues is the working man's reckoning — fluorescent lights at 3am, a photograph worn thin at the edges from too much touching, and the slow cold truth that a ghost can't be a husband or a dad. She didn't leave angry. She left tired. And standing in that concrete room at midnight he knows every word of that was right.

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He gave this place his twenties. His best years. Every double shift, every holiday, every midnight phone call that eventually stopped happening. And what he got in return was the best damn ghost a factory ever made. This one's for every man who looked up one day and realized the dollar signs were the only thing still there. Some debts don't get paid in dollars. This one hits hardest at 3am — which is exactly when it was written for. - Original by Saddle Storms

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[INTRO] Clock on the wall says 3am Same as it did yesterday And the day before that [VERSE 1] Fluorescent lights hum the same old tune Same cracked ceiling same concrete room Same four walls that know my name Better than anyone left who came I punch the clock like I punch a grave Burying everything I once saved The dreams I had at twenty-two Got lost somewhere between me and you [PRE-CHORUS] I used to call home at midnight Used to hear her voice cut through Now the phone just sits there quiet Like it forgot her number too [CHORUS] Graveyard shift blues Three in the morning with nothing to lose The silence in here is the loudest sound When everything worth living for Has already left town I trade my days for dollar signs While my life moves on without me Graveyard shift blues And the quiet's about to drown me [VERSE 2] There's a photograph above my locker Edges worn from where I used to touch A woman and a boy on a front porch somewhere In a life I loved a little too much She didn't leave mad she left tired Said a ghost can't be a husband or a dad And the worst part standing here at midnight Is knowing every word of that was had [PRE-CHORUS] I used to have a reason For every double shift I pulled Now I'm just a habit Running on an empty hull [CHORUS] Graveyard shift blues Three in the morning with nothing to lose The silence in here is the loudest sound When everything worth living for Has already left town I trade my days for dollar signs While my life moves on without me Graveyard shift blues And the quiet's about to drown me [BRIDGE] The foreman says I'm his best man Never missed a shift never missed a beat But the best man at a funeral Still goes home to an empty street I gave this place my twenties I gave it my best years clean And what I got in return Was the best damn ghost This factory's ever seen *[GUITAR BREAK] [FINAL CHORUS] Graveyard shift blues Four in the morning and I've got nothing to lose The silence in here has a name now And it sounds exactly like Everything I chose I trade my soul for dollar signs While the clock just keeps on turning Graveyard shift blues And there ain't no coming back from this burning Graveyard shift blues Lord there ain't no coming back From this kind of burning 🌙 [OUTRO — single guitar, fading slow, spoken hollow and flat] "Clock says 4am." "Same as it did yesterday."

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About Saddle Storms: Wyoming-born outlaw country, western storytelling, rodeo soul, heartbreak ballads, and Code of the West honesty from six generations of ranch life.

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