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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sun comes up on an empty bottle
Black coffee in a shaking hand
Same boots, same dirt, same hollow promise
“I’ll be a better man”
I lay fence posts like I’m nailing coffins
Every swing a name I can’t forget
Sweat runs down, turns the dust to streaks
Like a ledger I ain’t balanced yet
[Chorus]
So I work, work, work these hands to bone
Trying to outrun what my shadow’s done
If there’s fire waiting when my time ends
Maybe I can burn it off
Working away my sins
(working away my sins)
[Verse 2]
There’s a woman I left standing in a doorway
Dress caught up in the porch light wind
Her eyes said “stay” but my pride said “later”
Later never came again
Now I haul these bales like bags of memories
Every lift a lie I told back then
If the good Lord’s counting, I pray He’s watching
Every blister, every bend
[Chorus]
So I work, work, work these hands to bone
Trying to outrun what my shadow’s done
If there’s fire waiting when my time ends
Maybe I can burn it off
Working away my sins
(oh, working away my sins)
[Bridge]
I don’t ask for mercy
I don’t ask for peace
Just one more mile of hard dry ground
Between me and what I used to be
[Chorus]
So I work, work, work these hands to bone
Trying to outrun what my shadow’s done
If there’s fire waiting when my time ends
Maybe I can burn it off
Lord, let me burn it off
Working away my sins
(working away my sins)
Details
GeneratedFeb 4, 2026
Duration3:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Smoky dark country ballad, male vocals. Dusty baritone over slow, swung drums and haunted twang guitar, upright bass pulsing under a minor-key fiddle. Verses stay sparse and close-mic’d; chorus swells with low harmonies and a ghostly organ pad. Subtle slide guitar cries between lines, final chorus drops to near-whisper then swells for one last, gritty refrain.
Credits
Prompt by
Gold_Diggin_Cowboy
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Prompt
A dark country song about working away my sins.
