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.
MrTealReelz
