[Verse 1] My heart's a front porch screen Bouncing in the wind Sun on one side of me Thunder in my ribs You say, “Boy, you look fine” But you don't see the bruise I'm all cloud, all summer storm When I think of losing you
[Pre-Chorus] Blue sky, then it breaks Dust turns to mud again I try to hold it down But the rain keeps moving in
[Chorus] I'm rain on my boots I'm hail in your hands I'm a cold front rolling through Every place I stand You shine, I turn gray You calm, I come undone I'm rain on my boots Baby, you the sun
[Verse 2] I was a dry creek bed Till you pulled me in Now every little goodbye Sounds like distant thunderheads I laugh like a summer day But I bleed like a storm When you walk out that door I can't keep the porch light warm
[Pre-Chorus] Blue sky, then it breaks Dust turns to mud again I try to hold it down But the rain keeps moving in
[Chorus] I'm rain on my boots I'm hail in your hands I'm a cold front rolling through Every place I stand You shine, I turn gray You calm, I come undone I'm rain on my boots Baby, you the sun
[Bridge] Say I'm hard to read Like clouds over wheat One minute I'm calm Next minute I'm knee-deep If you stay close, maybe Maybe I won't blow through But love hits different When the sky got too much blue
[Chorus] I'm rain on my boots I'm hail in your hands I'm a cold front rolling through Every place I stand You shine, I turn gray You calm, I come undone I'm rain on my boots Baby, you the sun
Styl muzyki
Country trap / trapgrass with half-time 808 sub-bass thumps under slide guitar, dobro, and resonator rings; verse rides dry and sparse, pre-chorus opens with clacking hats and a rising fiddle smear, chorus lands wider with gang hums and a dirt-road stomp. Deep raspy lo-fi male vocal, doubled on hooks, gravelly ad-libs, delay throws. Wind gusts, reversed slide swells, vinyl crackle. Warm dusty punch., lo-fi, country, deep