Americana, Mood/ Dark, Ominous, Emotional ,Reflective Mid -tempo @ 122 BPM, 2 superb vocals on this song, male, Joey Raburn , female, Sarah Hobbs. written by, Rick Hagler & Steve Kirkland, Acoustic Guitar driven with acoustic guitar ride, Piano and Hammond, Great Eaglelike harmonies on Joey's version. Listen to both Sarah and Joey versions on the player to the right.
The Story: Our character is in pain! There's trouble at home and he, once again, finds himself in his old pick- up truck parked on Lake Ponchartrain, drinking the night out, waiting for the sun to come up.(should have been the name of the song) Lot's of great imagery. He comes to a reckoning, when, as lightning strikes, he sees the cold hard truth staring back in the rear view mirror. You can feel the man's pain as he can't face going back home. He sits in the dark and cold drinking the night out, in a thunder storm, in his trusty old truck with his trusty old bottle..
*Listen to the excellent Sarah Hobbs version of this song, on this site, on the album Back Porch Country.* or the player on the right.
There’s a cold wind blowing over Ponchartrain I can’t see through the tears and the pouring rain, I’m drunk again, in my old truck, waiting for the sun to come up. I wish the sun would come up!
It’s hard to believe this road I’m on keeps leading me back to here Drinking in the dark, waiting for another storm to clear, But, lately it seems that is what, my life is all about, fighting with you, waiting on love, and doing without, Driving into the night, in my old truck,waiting for the sun to come up There’s a cold wind blowing over Ponchartrain.
Guitar Ride, 1 version acoustic/ Sarah's version electric.
Whiskey and the night are my best friends a bottle of gin when the night won’t end , Booze kills the pain, the dark hides the shame of giving up, A lightning flash in the mirror I see, the cold hard truth staring back at me, the loves all gone, as I should be, but I’m not strong enough, tonight I can’t face losing you, I'm waiting for the sun to come up, There’s a cold wind blowing over Ponchartrain, it's dark as hell, my whiskey's gone, and I still feel the pain I'm drunk again in my old truck,waiting for the sun to come up. There’s a cold wind blowing over Ponchartrain!
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