[Intro] [low kick drum, taped-up snare, a breath through the mic] If you hear this coming in from the porch, don't turn it up too loud I left a little room for the screen door squeak and the truck easing out [baritone male vocals] I've smoked my last cigarette If you've started playing this song I've smoked my last cigarette I'm six feet deep and I'm gone [vocal bass notes: boom boom boom] [whispered female vocals: oooh, don't look back] [low ghost choir: hey, hey, hey] [Hook] Tell my boys I held my own Tell my mama I'll be home in song Ash on my shirt, dirt on my boots This one ain't for me, it's for the ones I love I've smoked my last cigarette I'm done with smoke, but I still leave my name in the chorus [spooky backup singers: ooh, ooh, ooh] [whispered female vocals: leave his name, leave his name] [Hook 2] If you need me, I'm right there on the porch step In that old screen door slam and the tape deck crackle Don't talk too soft, let the whole block hear it I made my mark in the smoke and the gravel [spooky backup singers: ahh, ahh, ahh] [low ghost choir: right there on the porch] [Verse 2] I'm six feet gone and it's too late for me If it's too late for me you're playing this song for my family Looking at a box or maybe even a damn jar Just know that things that took me out start with smoking and end up with a cigar Lungs full of tar Life's little scar But just know that I lived my life [Hook 3] So when the record comes around again Let it rattle loose in the house and the truck bed I won't ask for flowers, I won't ask for much Just a little noise for the ones still left [spooky backup singers: ooh, ooh, ooh] [whispered female vocals: the ones still left] [Bridge 1] Tell my sister don't fold that note Let it ride in the glovebox, let it sit and soak If the screen door sticks, if the radio hums That's me in the room when the memory comes [Verse 3] Like I was a damn outlaw Did things in my past Can't even tell stories about Know about things That have been just long enough and people have forgotten about Good old boy Like the things that go twang Kind of like fishing, hunting, and loading my shotgun doing my thing [Verse 4] I'm a Finley River boy Still carrying it in my bones From frogging as a kid to riding horseback On a Trail 90, running change For ten cents a pop Candy money in my pocket, mud on my hands Started out young And that same river grit stuck 45 years later, here I am Worn down, smoke in my throat Most likely gonna be done [Bridge 2] County road dust on my jeans Old dog sleeping under the truck leaves If you find my hat by the back fence line Leave it there, let it tell the time [Verse 10] No more packing a pack in my shirt pocket No more lighting up when the day gets long I'm gone, but the porch still remembers Every drag, every laugh, every half-sung song Tell 'em I quit cold, right at the end Left the Marlboro tin in the dash of the truck If they ask how I went out Tell 'em I went out tough, and I went out enough [Bridge 3] When the smoke clears out and the supper plates stack Don't drag my name into the too-late black Just put one hand on the rail and grin I was here, and I lived in it [Outro] Let the needle catch at the end of the tune Let the room stay full when the choir fades through If the whole house goes still, if the last note hangs That's me in the rafters, that's me in the planks I've smoked my last cigarette And I left the porch warm for the ones who stay [fade out: vocal bass and a single hand clap]
