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Lyrics
[Intro]
Boot dust rising
Sunday sun low
Barn doors open
Crowd in a glow
[Verse 1]
Got my boots all busted
Shirt sleeves rolled
Bible on the dashboard
Rust and gold
We set up in the gravel
Cables in the hay
Spoons tap time
While the kids all play
[Chorus]
I’m puttin’ on the full armor of God
Right here in this rusted town
Helmet on my worried mind
Truth wrapped tight around
Feet set firm in this red dirt faith
Shield up when the fire comes down
I’m puttin’ on the full armor of God
And I ain’t layin’ it down
[Verse 2]
Banjo pickin’ like a front porch fight
Harmonica crying through the heat of the night
Old tailgate for a drum, we pound
Chains on a shovel make a five-rail sound
Grandma sways with her eyes shut tight
Whispers, “Baby, stand and fight”
So I strap that promise on my chest
March through the doubt like it’s a test
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
When the bad news bites
And the bills stack high
When the storm hits hard
And the well runs dry
[band drops out, stomp + clap]
I cinch that belt, I lift that shield
Sword in my hand, I won’t yield
[full band back in, [crescendo]]
Boots in the dust, we shout it loud
Hope like thunder rollin’ through this crowd
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 12, 2026
Duration2:44
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Country-funk gospel with male vocals fronting a scrappy live band: twangy banjo, rattling spoons, honky-tonk piano and junkyard percussion (oil drums, chains, stomps) driving a sweaty backbeat. Harmonica answers the vocal lines; chorus explodes with gang shouts and handclaps. Breakdown strips to stomp-clap and harmonica before a final, rowdy sing-along outro., experimental, bluegrass
Credits
Prompt by
KoolKingdom
KoolKingdomModelAria v5
Prompt
male country vocals band live about Putting on the full armor of God, countryfunk, banjo, junkyard instruments harmonica experimental, bluegrass, spoons
