Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Black dirt on my Sunday shoes Sweat rings through this secondhand suit Cross hangs crooked on the rearview glass Bible on the dash Flask in the back [Chorus] Hallelujah in the black dirt I been praying through the bad hurt Every promise tastes like rust Every blessing falls to dust Hallelujah in the black dirt If you're listening Make it stop first ‘Fore I drown here in this blood-red mud Sing my black dirt hallelujah [Verse 2] Mama's voice in a static phone Says "Boy Sin just brings you home" I say "Ma I don't see no gate Just a busted fence and a heavy weight" [Chorus] Hallelujah in the black dirt I been praying through the bad hurt Every promise tastes like rust Every blessing falls to dust Hallelujah in the black dirt If you're listening Make it stop first ‘Fore I drown here in this blood-red mud Sing my black dirt hallelujah [Bridge] I buried my name by the riverbank (oh) Watched it sink where the cotton sank If grace is a ghost in a white-sheet wind Let it tear this broken skin [Chorus] Hallelujah in the black dirt I been praying through the bad hurt Every promise tastes like rust Every blessing falls to dust Hallelujah in the black dirt If you're listening Make it stop first ‘Fore I drown here in this blood-red mud Sing my black dirt hallelujah [Outro] [Harmonica wails over fading strum]
Tags
folk, Gritty mid-tempo Americana with raspy male vocals; dry, upfront vocal and percussive acoustic strumming driving the groove. Harmonica moans in the gaps like a ghostly choir, with subtle upright bass and brushed snare adding weight. Verses stay hushed and tense; chorus swells with rough harmonies and more aggressive strum, ending on a long, aching harmonica tail., acoustic, soulful, raw, rhythmic, male vocals
Duration
3:08
Instrumental
No
Created
2/11/2026