On the hunt

Daylight bleeds through the Spanish moss.

Swamp water thick like the sins we lost.

Rust on the tailgate, dents in the door.

Truck’s held together since ’94.

Caffeine and cuss words, breath in the cold.

Ain’t nothin’ shiny ‘bout growin’ old.

Mosquitoes bite, the world stays mean.

Safety’s off, if you know what I mean.

Louisiana mud on my boots and soul.

Heart beats heavy, finger cold.

Side by side with Jonny Cool.

No saints here, just livin’ by rules.

If I die today, let the record show.

I stood my ground in the swamp by Jonny Cool.

Shot rings out, echo snaps the air.

Gators watch like they don’t care.

Hands smell like oil, smoke, and iron.

Life don’t bend—men just harden.

We ain’t talkin’ ‘bout dreams no more.

Just what we’re willin’ to bleed for.

Silence hits harder than any sound

Truth lives low, close to the ground

Louisiana mud on my boots and soul.

Heart beats heavy, finger cold.

Side by side with Jonny Cool.

No saints here, just livin’ by rules.

If I die today, let the record show.

I stood my ground in the swamp with Jonny Cool.

We don’t pray pretty, we don’t kneel clean

We’ve seen things folks ain’t meant to be seen

Trust is rare, bullets ain’t

Friendship’s forged where men don’t break

Breakdown (gravel-voice)

Jonny spits, says, “Ain’t luck—it’s will”

World wants soft, but the swamp says kill

Louisiana don’t love you back

It just tests if you crack

I draw my line where the black water pools

Shoulder to shoulder with Jonny Cool

When the fire dies and the bottle’s through

I’ll still ride hell with Jonny Cool

No trophies, no lies, just truth and pull

Blood in the swamp… me and Jonny Cool