Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Sky went green ’bout quarter to nine Coffee in a thermos, diesel on my mind Radio crackles, “boys, this one’s mean” Gulf’s growling back at every steel beam Fourteen stories over ink-black sea Wind starts singing through the I-beams Hard hat haloed in the rig floodlight Prayin’ rust and rebar hold tonight [Chorus] We’re ridin’ this storm on iron bones Salt on our lips, each man alone Coast Guard on the wire sayin’, “son, hold on” “If you can’t turn back, you just hold on” Waves climb up like a funeral song But my hands on this rail keep hangin’ on Thunder say run, but the line stays strong Coast Guard says “hold on, just hold on” [Verse 2] Chains hum low like a ghost choir sway Toolpusher shoutin’, “get that pipe stowed away” Some boys curse, some boys bow their heads One holds a locket like a cigarette Lightning carves crosses in the black Gulf foam All that water want to drag us home South Texas shore is a memory now Like a beer gone warm, like a busted vow [Chorus] We’re ridin’ this storm on iron bones Salt on our lips, each man alone Coast Guard on the wire sayin’, “son, hold on” “If you can’t turn back, you just hold on” Waves climb up like a funeral song But my hands on this rail keep hangin’ on Thunder say run, but the line stays strong Coast Guard says “hold on, just hold on” [Bridge] If this tower starts to lean, let it lean on me (yeah) If the Gulf wants blood, it can come take me ’Cause I’ve bled twelve years in this rusted throne I ain’t facin’ this dark, I ain’t facin’ it alone [Chorus] We’re ridin’ this storm on iron bones Salt on our lips, each man alone Coast Guard on the wire sayin’, “son, hold on” “If you can’t turn back, you just hold on” Waves climb up like a funeral song But my hands on this rail keep hangin’ on If the good Lord’s listenin’ when the lights are gone Let Him hear us in the roar as we hold on Coast Guard says “hold on, just hold on”
Tags
country, Brooding dark country with male vocals, low-tuned acoustic and baritone guitar, brushed snare and floor tom pulse like distant thunder, mournful pedal steel weaving in and out. Verses stay tense and intimate, chorus swells with stacked harmonies and a gritty bass swell. Bridge strips to voice and sparse guitar before the final chorus hits harder, with crashing cymbals evoking the storm.
Duration
3:54
Instrumental
No
Created
3/30/2026