He drums his calloused fingers on a tattered steering wheel
Kenny Chensey sings about his lover stepping off a cloud
The devil is beating his wife real bad today
Sometimes he beats her for a hot minute but
other times he drags it out til her eyes weep blood
She must’ve really pissed him off
Her tears mingle with loose loam and red clay
Rusty waters runaway with peach pits to road gutters
Licking the leftover mudcakes on tire trucks
She can’t kiss away the scars on his hands or
Scrub out coffee stains on his Carolina blue work uniform
Dad has fallen asleep halfway through the song.
Chesney still hasn’t sung about heaven being a fantasy
