'Wishbone' by Waylon Wyatt - Lyrics & Meaning

Viral country newcomer Waylon Wyatt has put himself on the fast track to becoming one of the genre's newest stars thanks to massive, breakthrough releases like 'Everything Under The Sun,' 'Arkansas Diamond' and 'Smoke & Embers' alongside Willow Avalon.

Heavily influenced by modern country-folk stars like Zach Bryan and Tyler Childers, Wyatt has cultivated a rugged country-rock sound centered around a well-honed rasp and easy song-telling.

Marking his first taste of the next musical chapter following the release of his debut EP, 'Til The Sun Goes Down, Wyatt offers another entry into his quickly cemented catalogue of sad boy country songs with 'Wishbone.'

In the comments section of Wyatt's social media accounts, you'll often hear fans calling him "the next Zach Bryan," and while the validity of that remains to be seen, there's no denying that the larger-than-life superstar has heavily inspired the burgeoning singer-songwriter.

Written solely by Wyatt with production from Brett Truitt & JR Atkins, 'Wishbone' feels like a step up for the traditionally stripped-back, acoustic offerings from the Arkansas native thus far.

With a sleek sheen around his vocals this time around, 'Wishbone' is a full band affair that finds the makings of a Texas dance hall playing in time to the swaying tune as Wyatt croons about his long lost love.

"Ain't no more pennies
To throw to my well
Since she left me
It's been a dry spell

Oh, but these eyes of mine they’re still wet
They’re the only thing that's not stopped watering yet"

We find our down-on-their-luck narrator lamenting on a love lost. Comparing the loss to a dry spell and not having any lucky pennies to throw in his wishing well, we can tell that this breakup has done a number on our old friend.

Though we don't know how long its been since they parted, our singer hasn't been able to stop himself from crying over this heartbreak, and that's about the only thing he's got going for himself right now.

"And no four leaf clover
On God’s green Earth
Could help me get over
The luck I lost with her

Oh, what am I to do all the good fortunes gone
She was that clover all along"

Regardless of what the universe could give him right now, our narrator is convinced that nothing will help him get over this girl.

Even if he found a four leaf clover or was given the best of fortunes to change his current circumstances, there would still be a massive hole that she used to fill in his life.

"You thought I struck gold
How her loving had me in a chokehold
I’ve tried and tried to win that gold back
But all I got to show is some coal in a sack

No rabbit’s foot would do me good
I’ve dug too deep of a hole
She was the bigger piece
Of my wishbone"

As we get into the chorus, we find that our singer had a certain level of obsession over this girl, comparing their connection to that of a chokehold.

While he's tried time and again to win back her affections, he has nothing to show for it as she will no longer give him the time of day. Now, again pulling out old superstitions like rabbit's feet and the coveted wishbones seen all around Thanksgiving tables, our speaker ultimately notes that he got the short end of this stick and there's no way she'll come back to him.

"My old straw hat
Sits flat on my bed
No I ain’t worry
Because there ain’t no luck left

Oh, if she come back maybe just one more time
I wouldn’t be fearing for my whole life"

Referring to his hat, Wyatt is pulling out a deep superstition hailing from cowboy culture that it's bad luck to place a hat on a bed.

Explaining that this doesn't bother him because his luck frankly can't get any worse, he pleads for her to come back into his life if only just one more time.

"You thought I struck gold
How her loving had me in a chokehold
I’ve tried and tried to win that gold back
But all I got to show is some coal in a sack

No rabbit’s foot would do me good
I’ve dug too deep of a hole
She was the bigger piece"

Ain't no more pennies
To throw to my well
Since she left me
It's been a dry spell

Oh, but these eyes of mine they’re still wet
They’re the only thing that's not stopped watering yet

And no four leaf clover
On God’s green Earth
Could help me get over
The luck I lost with her

Oh, what am I to do all the good fortunes gone
She was that clover all along

You thought I struck gold
How her loving had me in a chokehold
I’ve tried and tried to win that gold back
But all I got to show is some coal in a sack

No rabbit’s foot would do me good
I’ve dug too deep of a hole
She was the bigger piece
Of my wishbone

My old straw hat
Sits flat on my bed
No I ain’t worry
Because there ain’t no luck left

Oh, if she come back maybe just one more time
I wouldn’t be fearing for my whole life

You thought I struck gold
How her loving had me in a chokehold
I’ve tried and tried to win that gold back
But all I got to show is some coal in a sack

No rabbit’s foot would do me good
I’ve dug too deep of a hole
She was the bigger piece

She was that bigger piece
She was the bigger piece
Of my wishbone

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