Peak
90
Weeks
1
Score
47
Chart Year
2024
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Released on April 11, 2025, "Henry, Come On" is Lana Del Rey's first dispatch from the land of broken hearts and Southern humidity since her marriage to Jeremy Dufrene. The song concerns an entirely different sort of man to her husband: one with commitment issues. "Henry, Come On" is a wistful, gently swaying country ballad. Del Rey floats above a delicately finger-picked acoustic guitar, offering her own take on the country tradition of lyrical wounding. We meet her midway through an argument with the titular Henry, who seems to be under the impression that the relationship's collapse is her fault. This is not an unusual stance for him. Del Rey eventually lands on a theory: she is cosmically doomed to fall for men who are dreamers, drifters, and people with poetic excuses for not being the "settle-down type." The chorus is peak Lana Del Rey: cowboy hats, soft leather, and blue jeans; staples of her ongoing quest to out-Americana America. They're symbols in her personal mythology, standing in for everything tender, rugged, and emotionally unavailable. It's the same aesthetic Del Rey has threaded throughout her discography, such as "Blue Jeans," about her blue-jeaned, James Dean-lookalike heartbreaker, and "Tough," Del Rey's 2024 duet with Quavo, which features leather boots and a defiant, dirt-under-the-nails charm you could bottle and sell at truck stops. Although "Henry, Come On" was released after Del Rey's wedding, the song has nothing to do with her husband. The character "Henry" is almost certainly a composite figure stitched together from half-remembered arguments, denim daydreams, and possibly a few lines from a Faulkner novel. Lana Del Rey co-wrote "Henry, Come On" with Luke Laird, whose previous credits read like a who's who of country radio: Kacey Musgraves, Carrie Underwood, Tim McGraw are among the names on his resumé. The cover art is classic Del Rey: a portrait of her glancing over her shoulder as if she's just remembered something slightly tragic from 1957. It's all very dreamy, very soft-focus, very Lana. And that, really, is the point.
I mean, Henry, come on Do you think I'd really choose it? All this off and on Henry, come on I mean, baby, come on Do you think I'd really lose it on ya If you did nothin' wrong? Henry, come on Last call, "Hey, y'all" Hang his hat up on the wall Tell him that his cowgirl is gone Go on and giddy up Soft leather, blue jeans Call us into void's dreams Return it but say it was fun And it's not because of you That I turned out so dangerous Yesterday, I heard God say, "It's in your blood" And it struck me just like lightning I've been fightin', I've been strivin' Yesterday, I heard God say "You were born to be the one To hold the hand of the man Who flies too close to the sun" I'll still be nice to your mom It's not her fault you're leavin' Some people come and they're gone They just fly away Take your ass to the house Don't even bother explainin' There's no workin' it out No way It's last call, "Hey, y'all" Hang his hat up on the wall Tell him that his cowgirl is gone Go on and giddy up Soft leather, blue jeans Don't you get it? That's the thing You can't chase a ghost when it's gone And it's not because of you That I turned out so dangerous Yesterday, I heard God say, "It's in your blood" And it struck me just like lightning I've been fightin', I've been strivin' But yesterday, I heard God say "You were born to be the one To hold the hand of the man Who flies too close to the sun" All these country singers And their lonely rides to Houston Doesn't really make for the best You know, settle-down type It's last call, "Hey, y'all" Hang his hat up on the wall Tell him that his cowgirl is gone Go on and giddy up Last call, "Hey, y'all" Hang his hat up on the wall Tell him that his cowgirl is gone Go on and giddy up Go on and giddy up Go on and giddy up Hey
| Week | Chart Date | Position | Points |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Apr 26, 2025 | 90 | 36 |