Can I Walk You Home? — Garland Pryor (Official Lyric Video) | Soul & Blues

Forty years. Four blocks. He knows she knows the way, and he still asks every Tuesday. "Can I Walk You Home?" is an original soul-blues ballad about a husband who walks his wife home from her Tuesday card night, the same four blocks, every week for forty years. Until the Thursday she shows up at the garage door with his hat in her hand. 🎵 More songs by Garland Pryor:    • Garland Pryor — All Songs (Soul & Blues)   💛 Love That Stayed:    • Love That Stayed — Garland Pryor | Slow So...   — Lyrics — Tuesday, half past six, the porch lights coming on I pull on my jacket, set my cap on straight Four blocks down to Ruth's, like every week before Her laugh's already waiting at the gate She steps out buttoning her coat against the cold I stop at the step like the first night I came She smiles, "Forty years, you know I know the way" I say, "I know," and I ask her all the same Four little blocks, five if we take it slow The key's in her pocket, she don't need a hand Forty years of walking, I still take off my cap Hold out my arm, and I ask her again Can I walk you home? I know you know the way I know you've got your key Still I'll ask you every Tuesday Take my arm, we'll go slow Forty years, and I still want to know Can I walk you home? Her fingers slide in my pocket, find my hand Been finding it there since the day I asked for it We count the porch lights going down the hill Fourth one's been out since both the kids were small She slows a step where the sidewalk's cracked I slow right with her, we don't say why She tells me what Ruth said about the rain I've heard it all, I'd hear it all again Can I walk you home? I know you know the way I know you've got your key Still I'll ask you every Tuesday Take my arm, we'll go slow Forty years, and I still want to know Can I walk you home? Thursdays are mine, out at Earl's garage Dominoes clicking under one lone bulb Nobody says much, we don't need to Hands know where the tiles go I never once got lost on those four blocks And I ask her every single time I don't need her to say yes Still I wait for it like the first time Boots on the gravel, somewhere near eight There's my hat in her hand at the garage door Earl just grins, she catches my eye And clears her throat like she's done this before "Can I walk you home?" she says "I know you know the way" I say, "I know the way, and you've got my hat— Forty years, nobody ever asked me that" She takes my arm, we go slow Her turn tonight, and she wants to know "Can I walk you home?" I say yes, like she did, that first time Same four blocks, her shoulder on my arm Neither one of us out front Garland Pryor is a fictional artist in an independently directed, AI-assisted music project. Music and visuals include AI-generated elements developed and edited under human creative direction. Lyrics drafted with AI assistance and chosen and edited by a human. #SoulBlues #BluesMusic #OriginalMusic