Black Water Gospel @TheSingingSwitchman

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"Black Water Gospel" lyrics:

[VERSE 1]
Church bell cracked… but the line stayed true
Sun came up blood-red… like it always do
Daddy wore steel… til it bent his hands
Mama prayed soft… over half-empty cans
Pine trees lean… like they know my name
Whole town raised on sweat and blame
Creek run black… where the mill dust fell
We learned real young… heaven hide from hell
[HOOK]
Black water gospel… iron hymn
Work all day… let the dark roll in
Hands stay rough… soul stay tired
Still throw sparks… when the wheels catch fire
I got saints in dirt… ghosts in grain
Love in my chest… and rust in my veins
Whole damn world keep weighin’ me down
Still hear God… in that engine sound
[VERSE 2]
Coal smoke hang… like a family curse
Some men get rich… some just get worse
Porch light glow… through mosquito haze
Granddad drank hard… through his final days
Women ’round here love slow and deep
Like they know work steal a man in pieces
Every goodbye got railroad dust
Every promise made… come wrapped in rust
[HOOK]
Black water gospel… old steel prayer
Lord know pain still breathe down here
I been half alive… since seventeen
Tryna hold light… in a broke machine
Got moonshine scars… and switchyard blues
Some nights win… some nights use
But I still stand… when the whistle cry
Like a dying hymn… under southern sky
[VERSE 3]
Gravel crunch slow… under heavy boots
Whole life tied… to inherited truth
You can leave home… but it stain your bones
Like red clay dirt… packed deep in soul
Train roll past… like judgment sound
Shake old windows… mile around
And every old man stare off still
Like they gave that line… more years than will
[BRIDGE]
You ever love somethin’ that slowly consume?
You ever build strength… inside your wounds?
You ever feel peace… in the middle of doom?
Yeah… that’s this life… beneath that moon
[HOOK – HARDER]
Black water gospel… sing it low
Steel still hum where the dead men go
Hands all cut… but the code stay clean
That’s the price of bein’ built unseen
I got fire in blood… dust in lung
Still chase truth… with a railroad tongue
If this world break… let it break on me
I was born too hard… to leave quietly
[OUTRO]
Night rolled in… and the yard went still
One last smoke… on the window sill
Far-off horn through the pinewood fog…
Sounded just like home… and a curse from God
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