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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sky went green ’bout quarter to nine
Coffee in a thermos, diesel on my mind
Radio crackles, “boys, this one’s mean”
Gulf’s growling back at every steel beam
Fourteen stories over ink-black sea
Wind starts singing through the I-beams
Hard hat haloed in the rig floodlight
Prayin’ rust and rebar hold tonight
[Chorus]
We’re ridin’ this storm on iron bones
Salt on our lips, each man alone
Coast Guard on the wire sayin’, “son, hold on”
“If you can’t turn back, you just hold on”
Waves climb up like a funeral song
But my hands on this rail keep hangin’ on
Thunder say run, but the line stays strong
Coast Guard says “hold on, just hold on”
[Verse 2]
Chains hum low like a ghost choir sway
Toolpusher shoutin’, “get that pipe stowed away”
Some boys curse, some boys bow their heads
One holds a locket like a cigarette
Lightning carves crosses in the black Gulf foam
All that water want to drag us home
South Texas shore is a memory now
Like a beer gone warm, like a busted vow
[Chorus]
We’re ridin’ this storm on iron bones
Salt on our lips, each man alone
Coast Guard on the wire sayin’, “son, hold on”
“If you can’t turn back, you just hold on”
Waves climb up like a funeral song
But my hands on this rail keep hangin’ on
Thunder say run, but the line stays strong
Coast Guard says “hold on, just hold on”
[Bridge]
If this tower starts to lean, let it lean on me (yeah)
If the Gulf wants blood, it can come take me
’Cause I’ve bled twelve years in this rusted throne
I ain’t facin’ this dark, I ain’t facin’ it alone
[Chorus]
We’re ridin’ this storm on iron bones
Salt on our lips, each man alone
Coast Guard on the wire sayin’, “son, hold on”
“If you can’t turn back, you just hold on”
Waves climb up like a funeral song
But my hands on this rail keep hangin’ on
If the good Lord’s listenin’ when the lights are gone
Let Him hear us in the roar as we hold on
Coast Guard says “hold on, just hold on”
Details
GeneratedMar 30, 2026
Duration4:16
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Brooding dark country with male vocals, low-tuned acoustic and baritone guitar, brushed snare and floor tom pulse like distant thunder, mournful pedal steel weaving in and out. Verses stay tense and intimate, chorus swells with stacked harmonies and a gritty bass swell. Bridge strips to voice and sparse guitar before the final chorus hits harder, with crashing cymbals evoking the storm.
Credits
Prompt by
RedEAGLEJW
RedEAGLEJWModelAria v5
Prompt
Dark country surviver song about riding a storm out on an off shore oil rig out in the Gulf of Mexico off of the south Texas coast. Coast guard says hold on.
