Scars That Talk

All lyrics written by me with Suno supplying the music and voice with my edits and prompts. LYRICS Hey boy, these scars you see If you listen, they’ll tell a story About how life tried to break me… But clearly it failed Corner booth, neon buzzin’ Cheap whiskey and a jukebox hummin’ Dust rolled in when he hit that door Like he stepped outta eighteen and seventy-four Old hat low, sweat-stained band Boots looked like they’d crossed this land Skin like leather, lines that tell Bartender nodded—knew his kind well Poured him a glass, no words to say Like he’d seen that ghost most every day In walks a kid, loud and lean Brand-new jeans and a mouth talkin' mean Snickers at the hat, kicks at the floor “Said they don’t make your kind no more” Laughs at the cracks in leather and skin “Bet you ain’t done nothin’, old man” Room went still, like it knew that test He just smiled—“Son, you might wanna sit” Hey boy, these scars you see If you listen, they’ll tell a story About how life tried to break me But clearly it failed Yeah, that’s the story they tell Talked ‘bout nights with no sunrise Buried a brother ‘neath cold, hard skies Loved a woman he couldn’t save Still hears her voice through the driving rain Said, “Every mark’s a lesson learned Every bridge I crossed damn sure burned You see worn-out, old, broken proof I see a man who stood for truth” Kid stopped grinnin’, eyes went wide Like the weight of years hit him inside His shoulders slumped, his mood got quiet Even the neon buzz went silent “You got time—don’t learn it the hard way Watch your mouth, think ‘fore what you say Pull up a stool, first round’s on me I can’t make you look, but I can help you see Life’s hard, son—that’s the truth Harder still when it’s wasted youth You got a choice, clear and near Pick your road… or end up here” Hey boy, these scars you see If you listen, they’ll tell a story About how life tried to break me But it never got the best of me Yeah, that’s the story they tell He stood up, paid, and tipped his hat Didn’t say goodbye, didn’t look back Boots hit the floor like a passing train Then he disappeared in that Oklahoma rain Kid looked down at the drink in his hand Like he finally started to understand Ran his fingers ‘cross that worn-out grain Bar top soaked in whiskey and pain Said, “Bartender… what was that man’s name?” He just smiled, said, “Son… they’re all the same” Outside the wind, soft and low— Every scar’s got a story… if you wanna know