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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sky turned bruise-black over Bayou Jean
Shrimp nets hangin'
Wind talk mean
Boarded up the windows
Kissed that cross
Pot on the stove
Countin' what we'll lose
Not lost
[Chorus]
High water
Low mercy
Lord
Tin roof singin' like a rusted sword
We hold on
Hold on
To this shakin' floor
We survive the night
But there ain't nothin' here no more
[Verse 2]
Trailer on cinderblocks
Started to moan
Oak tree leanin' like it’s made of bone
Radio static
Then the levee's cry
Whole damn world floatin' sideways by
[Chorus]
High water
Low mercy
Lord
Tin roof singin' like a rusted sword
We hold on
Hold on
To this shakin' floor
We survive the night
But there ain't nothin' here no more
[Bridge]
Sun come up on a salt-burnt town
Mud line drawn where the walls fell down
Boat in the highway
House in the cane
Church pews sittin' in a drainage drain
Where we go now?
Where we lay down?
All our maps
Been washed clean out
[Chorus]
High water
Low mercy
Lord
Tin roof gone
Just an open door
We hold on
Hold on
To what we can't afford
We survive the night
But there ain't nothin' here no more
[Outro]
Got a suitcase of pictures
Damp and torn
Name of a cousin up in Lake Charles worn
Point the truck north on a busted road
Heart like a parish
Under too much load (oh Lord)
Details
GeneratedMar 30, 2026
Duration3:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
Swampy Cajun-blues groove with male vocals; creaking accordion and slide guitar over a slow, stomping drum pattern. Verses stay low and smoky, close-mic’d, with fiddle drones and distant thunder FX. Chorus opens wider with gang-style call-and-response vocals and heavier floor toms. Final section strips back to voice, accordion, and bowed bass for a hollow, haunted fade., cajun
Credits
Prompt by
RedEAGLEJW
RedEAGLEJWModelAria v5
Prompt
Dark Cajun song about riding out a hurricane along the gulf coast, some how they survive but everything is gone, where to go what to do?
