I found your ring
In the glove box tray
Next to a gas receipt
And a pack of Wrigley’s
Dad asked me once
If I’d seen your truck
I lied right fast
Said I wasn’t lookin’
But I drove by the feed store
Then the old ball field
Where your tailgate dents
Still shine in the sun
Now the county fair’s up
And the corn’s cut down
And every little road
Leads back around
To that porch light glow
And the screen door slam
Baby, I can’t tell
What I miss more than
Red clay rain
On a goodbye day
Red clay rain
Washes parts of me away
You took the long road
Left me here in the lane
Red clay rain
Red clay rain
Mama kept your cup
On the top shelf still
Said, ‘Don’t move a thing’
And I didn’t will
I talked to your dog
Out by the shed
He still turns his head
At your Ford-blue thread
Friday night ballgame
I sat in the bleachers
Saw your old number
On a kid’s T-shirt
Had to look away
When the lights came on
‘Cause my heart still flinches
At your kind of gone
Now the county fair’s up
And the corn’s cut down
And every little road
Leads back around
To that porch light glow
And the screen door slam
Baby, I can’t tell
What I miss more than
Red clay rain
On a goodbye day
Red clay rain
Washes parts of me away
You took the long road
Left me here in the lane
Red clay rain
Red clay rain
I tried to plow through
Like a man should do
Tried to talk tough
At the bar stool too
But your name still bites
When the thunder rolls
And the fields go dark
Around my bones
Red clay rain
On a goodbye day
Red clay rain
Washes parts of me away
You took the long road
Left me here in the lane
Red clay rain
Red clay rain
