Prompt / 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)
Tags
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
Duration
3:31
Instrumental
No
Created
3/30/2026