Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Blacktop shining like a river of oil Grain dust fogging in the dashboard light CB hissing out a cracked-up warning "Twisters dancing in the wheat tonight" I thumbed that cross on the chain I carried Shifted down when the wind screamed mean Hood ornament shaking like it might just leave me Sky turned bruised and green [Chorus] I was hauling feed through the black sky Praying that the house lights still burned warm One hand white on the wheel One on the Bible Just a lone fool cutting through the storm Yeah I made it home But the thunder stays Rolling through the corners of my mind I see that road when I close my eyes Those twisted fields in the dark of night [Verse 2] Rain hit hard like a bucket of gravel Wipers knocking in a panicked beat Saw a barn roof rise like a paper ribbon Then vanish where the fence line used to be Headlights caught a cow in the high weeds Screaming Mud and metal Then it slipped from view Telephone poles bowed down like praying shadows As the whole world bent in two [Chorus] I was hauling feed through the black sky Praying that the house lights still burned warm One hand white on the wheel One on the Bible Just a lone fool cutting through the storm Yeah I made it home But the thunder stays Rolling through the corners of my mind I see that road when I close my eyes Those twisted fields in the dark of night [Bridge] [Band drops back; low fiddle drone] Now the porch light’s steady and the kids sleep easy Her hand’s warm Says it’s all alright But I still hear that freight-train moaning In the quiet of the kitchen light Every bolt of sky that splits the summer Paints that dead-flat highway seam Wind on the gutters Rattling shutters Pulls me back into that dream (oh Lord) [Chorus] I was hauling feed through the black sky Praying that the house lights still burned warm One hand white on the wheel One on the Bible Just a lone fool cutting through the storm Yeah I made it home But the thunder stays Rolling through the corners of my mind I see that road when I close my eyes Those twisted fields in the dark of night
Tags
Dark, minor-key bluegrass with male vocals; haunted fiddle leads over driving, low-tuned acoustic guitar and upright bass, brushed snare and train-beat pulse. Verses stay tense and narrative, close-mic’d and intimate; chorus swells with stacked harmonies and a mournful high fiddle line. Bridge strips back to voice, bass, and a single drone, then final chorus returns heavier and more desperate before ending on a lingering fiddle note., bluegrass
Duration
4:14
Instrumental
No
Created
3/30/2026