Harlan Pruitt - Still Here Where You Left Me

Slow blues, male vocals: he never moved her key off the table. A crying guitar answers every line, whiskey poured, past midnight. It's past midnight in a quiet kitchen, the ceiling fan turning slow, and her key is still lying on the table exactly where she set it down. He has poured a whiskey he hasn't touched, kept her cup by the sink, left the back door unlocked and the radio low - everything in the house is still waiting on her, and so is he. Harlan Pruitt sings it in a weathered baritone, a clean electric guitar answering every line and a barroom piano filling the corners, the way a slow blues should be sung at this hour: unhurried, tender, and refusing to let go. "Still Here Where You Left Me" - performed by Harlan Pruitt. An original classic 12/8 slow blues, late-night club from Home Of Blues. LYRICS Past midnight in the kitchen, the ceiling fan turning slow, Your key still on the table, right where you let it go. I poured a little whiskey, but I haven't touched the glass, I'm just listening for your footsteps, praying this will pass. Your cup's still by the sink, I just can't wash it clean, Your perfume in the hallway like a ghost of what we've been. I keep the back door open and the radio down low, In case you hear our song somewhere and remember the way home. I'm still here where you left me, Your key lying there beside my glass, Talking to the doorway like you might come walking through, Every room in this old house is still waiting on you, Still here where you left me. I remember Sunday mornings, you humming at the stove, Barefoot on the kitchen floor, wrapped up in my old robe. Now the stove is cold and the songs you hummed are gone, And I catch myself still humming them, alone, when morning comes. I'm still here where you left me, Your key lying there beside my glass, Talking to the doorway like you might come walking through, Every room in this old house is still waiting on you, Still here where you left me. I ain't sayin' you owe me, I ain't sayin' you were wrong, I'm just sayin' your key's still where you left it all along, Door's unlocked, glass is full, and I'm not goin' anywhere. I'm still here where you left me, Your key lying there beside my glass, Talking to the doorway like you might come walking through, Every room in this old house is still waiting on you, Still here where you left me. (oh, I'm still here, baby) (right here where you left me) Still here where you left me... Still here, still here... Subscribe for a new original blues every week:    / @homeofblues   Slow blues playlist:    • Deep Blues | Slow, Emotional & Vintage   #Blues #SlowBlues #WhiskeyBlues #LateNightBlues