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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We grew up red clay dirty
Hambone nights and screen-door slam
Mama yelling from the kitchen
"You break it
Boy
You fix it with your hands"
[Chorus]
I’m ride or die for my brother
Blood and trouble
Thick as cane
If the sky falls
We stand together
You feel that fire
I feel that same
I’m ride or die for my brother
[Verse 2]
You took that hit up in Jackson
So I could walk out clean
Said
"Go on
Get yourself something better"
Smiled with a busted lip and broke front teeth
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
If your tank run low
I’m payin’
If your heart run cold
I’m flame
If they point that finger at you
They gon’ learn we share one name
[guitar solo]
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 25, 2025
Duration4:08
LanguageEnglish
Style
Greasy juke-joint Mississippi blues, male vocals. Slide guitar answers the vocal on every line, thick walking bass and a lazy shuffle groove on brushed snare. Verses stay low and gritty, leaving space for bent notes; chorus opens wider with gang-style hollers and call-and-response. Harmonica stabs sneak between phrases, with a brief solo ramping the energy before the last down-home singalong., blues
Credits
Prompt byUnisonIndie897
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Down South Mississippi style Blues song about how you ride or die for your brother
