

Prompt / Lyrics
Yeah… Some folks pray in churches… I pray where the water’s black And the lights barely work. (Hook) Jon boat creakin’, moon hangin’ low Old box Chevy Silverado pullin’ all I know Delta water dark, got my past in tow Dock it up at 8 Mile Road, let my demons go Tin boat faith, yeah I live that life Rust on the steel, but it still hold tight When the world too loud and my hope run low I find God at the dock on 8 Mile Road (Verse 1) Square-body Silverado, dash cracked wide Radio stuck on a song ‘bout a man who tried Bench seat prayers, knuckles white Trailer chains singin’ through the dead of night I ain’t rich but I’m paid in scars Been broke in love, been broke in yards Truck smell like oil, smoke, and pain Still start every time when I say its name Delta fog got me feelin’ small Like every wrong still hear my call But that Chevy roll steady, don’t ask why Just like me, it refuse to die (Hook) Jon boat creakin’, moon hangin’ low Old box Chevy Silverado pullin’ all I know Delta water dark, got my past in tow Dock it up at 8 Mile Road, let my demons go Tin boat faith, yeah I live that life Rust on the steel, but it still hold tight When the world too loud and my hope run low I find God at the dock on 8 Mile Road (Verse 2 – Fishing Verse) Cast that line like I’m lettin’ go Of every regret I don’t let folks know Bobber floatin’, heart sinkin’ slow That quiet hit harder than a preacher’s tone Catfish bitin’ just before dawn Like hope show up when you think it’s gone Hands smell like river, blood, and bait Same hands that fought with fear and fate Every ripple tell me “stay” Every tug say “you’ll be okay” I talk to the water, it don’t judge me back Just swallow my sins in the Delta black (Bridge – sung, emotional) I been lost, I been low I been high tryin’ not to know That peace don’t come from gold or roads It come from still water and a beat-up boat (Hook – emotional lift) Jon boat creakin’, moon hangin’ low Old box Chevy Silverado pullin’ all I know Delta water dark, but it save my soul Dock it up at 8 Mile Road, regain control Tin boat faith, yeah I live that life Rust on the steel, but it still hold tight When my chest too heavy, my faith too slow I find grace at the dock on 8 Mile Road (Outro – spoken) Motor off… Rod laid down… If I don’t make it back, You know where I was found.
Tags
Country vibe deep voice
3:27
No
12/14/2025