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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rust on the truck in the yard
Moon cut thin like an old man’s scar
Your dress on the nail by the door
I still hear you cussin’ as you paced that floor
Empty jars lined up on the shelf
You said I loved that bottle more than myself
I said
“Girl
You ain’t got a clue”
You slapped my face
Said
“I’m done with you”
[Chorus]
Now there’s gravel on her name
Red in the river
Soap in the drain
I buried our fight where the briars get thick
Hands still shaking from that shit I did
Can’t scrub clean what the mud remembers
God won’t talk to a fuckin’ offender
Cold ground knows what I can’t say
Gravel on her name
[Verse 2]
You took that road in your daddy’s old Ford
Slammed my heart in the screen door
I chased you down by the switchback curve
Whiskey on my breath
Venom in my words
We screamed under pines
Both half insane
You laughed in my face
Twisted the blade
I saw black
Then I heard one crack
You went quiet when your head hit the track
[Chorus]
Now there’s gravel on her name
Red in the river
Soap in the drain
I buried our fight where the briars get thick
Hands still shaking from that shit I did
Can’t scrub clean what the mud remembers
God won’t talk to a fuckin’ offender
Cold ground knows what I can’t say
Gravel on her name
[Bridge]
I told the cops she slipped in the rain
They wrote it down
Eyes dull with shame
Mama just cried
Said
“Son
You’re cursed”
I bit my tongue till the blood ran first
[Violin Solo]
[soft
Distant reverb blooms as a lone violin wails a cracked
Mourning melody over sparse
Echoing guitar figures
Stretching and bending notes like a held-back scream]
[Chorus]
Now there’s gravel on her name
And dirt in my mouth when I try to pray
I see her hair in the tangled weeds
Her busted halo in every damn dream
Can’t scrub clean what the mud remembers
Hell keeps a bed for a fuckin’ offender
Cold ground knows what I can’t say
Gravel on her name
Gravel on her name
Details
GeneratedJan 17, 2026
Duration5:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Moody indie Appalachian ballad built around reverb-soaked acoustic guitar and mournful solo violin; male vocals in a low, weary register. Verses stay intimate and hushed with close-mic storytelling, then the chorus swells as violin takes a haunting countermelody. Bridge stretches into a raw, drawn-out violin solo with distant harmony pads and soft floor toms, ending on a dry, fragile vocal and a single ringing chord., sad, acoustic, violin
Credits
Prompt byDCStudios
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A dark melodic indie acoustic Appalachian mountain sound. Explicit lyrics of a dark life and lost love and murder. Heavy reverb in guitar and violin taking melodic control. A sad violin solo.
