Prompt:

[Intro] [Slow, gritty electric guitar solo] [Deep, gravelly Male Vocal] [Verse 1] The sun is sinkin' low behind the pines. Shadows stretch like secrets down the lines. I poured a glass of rye, just to watch it burn. Waitin' for a lesson that I never learn. [Verse 2] The radio is hummin'—static in the air. Dust is settin' heavy on my favorite chair. They say the storm is breakin' from the west. But NO ONE knows what's comin'... (No one knows) When the devil settles in to take a rest. [Chorus] Oh, the sky is turnin' black as midnight oil. There's a fever deep inside the red dirt soil. Yeah, the thunder's rollin'—low and deep. Promises we made... Promises we couldn't keep. NO ONE knows what's comin'. (No one knows) It’s the silence that’ll bring us to our knees. [Solo] [Bluesy, wailing harmonica and heavy guitar slide] [Verse 3] I checked the cellar door, it's locked up tight. Prayin' for the dawn, or just a little light. But the wind is howlin' like a restless soul. Losin' all control. (Yeah, losin' all control) [Bridge] Maybe it’s the fire. Maybe it’s the rain. Maybe it’s just heartaches, chasin' down the pain. We're standin' on the edge—of everything we know. Waitin' for the hammer... Waitin' for the blow. [Chorus] 'Cause the sky is turnin' black as midnight oil. There's a fever deep inside the red dirt soil. Yeah, the thunder's rollin'—low and deep. Promises we made... Promises we couldn't keep. NO ONE knows what's comin'. (No one knows) [Outro] No one knows. (Whisper: nobody knows) Just the wind... And the dust... [Slow, fading guitar blues lick] [End]