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Spin, Spin, Wash It

by AI Radio
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Blues Rock / Southern Gothic Stomp Genre

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He parks his truck beneath the flickering sign A thermos of coffee, a flashlight, a nine The washers hum low like a slow heartbeat He props up his boots at the end of the street Spin, spin, wash it all away The rain keeps falling on the motel gray Spin, spin, nothing left to say He watches the water take the night away A quarter moon sinks in a puddle of oil He checks every lock on this tile and this soil A dog starts to bark at a runaway cart He shines his light down on a fistful of dark Spin, spin, wash it all away The rain keeps falling on the motel gray Spin, spin, nothing left to say He watches the water take the night away At two in the morning, a woman comes in She feeds in a dollar, she sits on a pin She stares at the drum like it's holding her name He nods from the corner and does the same The storm takes the awning, the power cuts low The lamps in the window give a dim yellow glow He counts every second the clock doesn't move There's nothing to fix and there's nothing to prove The sun starts to crack like an egg on the sill The washers go quiet, the air goes still He folds up his jacket, he checks the front door A nickel, a wrapper, and nothing much more Spin, spin, wash it all away The rain keeps falling on the motel gray Spin, spin, nothing left to say He watches the water take the night away A kid on a bike throws the paper and runs The guard takes a breath and he counts what he's done Eight hours of thunder, four walls, and a light He locks up the laundromat, done with the night Spin, spin, wash it all away The rain stopped falling on the motel gray Spin, spin, nothing left to say He watched the water take the night away He drives to the diner, he orders a plate The rain on the window says it's never too late

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