Back-Porch Blood and Bone

[Verse 1]
Red clay under these cracked bare feet
Coffee in a mason, smoke in my teeth
Been mean as a rattler, drunk as a king
Spit in the mirror, didn’t change a thing
[Chorus]
But Jesus saved this back-porch wreck
Pulled that bottle from my neck
Washed that tar-stained, gasoline soul
Down in the ditch, made it white as snow
Now I’m pickin’ on this busted old tone
Praising His name in my blood and bone
(yeah, Jesus saved)
Right down to my blood and bone
[Verse 2]
Mama used to pray while the windows shook
Daddy swung fists, never cracked that book
I was born in the shadow of a shotgun shell
Laughin’ my way to my own small hell
[Chorus]
But Jesus saved this back-porch wreck
Pulled that bottle from my neck
Washed that tar-stained, gasoline soul
Down in the ditch, made it white as snow
Now I’m pickin’ on this busted old tone
Praising His name in my blood and bone
(oh, He broke these chains)
Right down to my blood and bone
[Bridge]
I laid my rage in the tall field grass
Let the rain roll over the rusted past
Thunder in the distance sounded like drums
Then a whisper in my chest said “Son, you’re done”
(you’re done, you’re done)
[Chorus]
’Cause Jesus saved this back-porch wreck
Pulled that bottle from my neck
Washed that tar-stained, gasoline soul
Down in the ditch, made it white as snow
Now I’m howlin’ on this busted old tone
Praising His name in my blood and bone
(hallelujah)
Yeah, Jesus saved my blood and bone

folk, Gritty front-porch blues fused with lumbering southern metal energy; raspy southern male vocals over detuned fingerpicked acoustic, greasy glass-slide fills, and dusty shuffle drums. Fiddle saws in the background like a ghostly choir, verses stay low and swampy then choruses surge with big gang-style shouts and overdriven power accents. Subtle organ pads bloom in the bridge as the vocal testifies, then everything drops to voice and guitar for the final chorus before a stomping, feedback-tinged outro., metal, praise, soft, acoustic, male vocals, blues