Bubba McAllister Raised Rowdy Contributor
In “Find Me Here”, it’s as if Tucker was the dude in your adjoining room at a hotel and you overheard his prayer in what the song paints as a shitty motel, in the middle of nowhere, with a girl no more familiar than the town, or motel you’re at. I find this song very relatable, almost exactly word for word, but on a zoomed-out level, who hasn’t had a moment of clarity among a night of fun, where the booze wears off, and clarity sets in.
This song speaking of truth, and authenticity. Over a bed of soft acoustic guitar, almost as if any other instrument would take away from the depth of the experience, just a single guitar, and simple melody to help connect words. This song hits the way Love and Theft’s “Whiskey On My Breath” and Brad Paisley/Alison Krauss “Whiskey Lullaby” hit. Whether you’re a fan of top-40 or the old stuff, this song speaks just loud enough to relate to all of us. For a quick second, amidst the tanlines, beers, and brawls, the veil is pulled back. A look into real songwriting, real emotion and hopefully the inertia of what has sustained our genre this far, songs about real life.
“I wish I was on a plane or hopping trains
Steady with my thumb in the air, waving down a cab somewhere
Really I don’t wanna be caught in room 316
With a hotel bible as a coaster underneath my beer
And Lord if you woulda said tonight’s the night
You’re coming back, I hope you don’t find me here”