[Intro – Organ + Thunder]
Can I get an amen?
[Church tambourine shakes softly]
Down here…
even the preacher got demons.
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[Verse 1]
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Swamp preacher dressed in black linen,
Sweat on his brow while the choir keep singin’.
Bible in one hand, flask in the other,
Tryna save souls while he fight his own thunder.
Church packed full on humid nights,
Women fan themselves beneath candlelight.
He preach hellfire with a gravel voice,
But even he know temptation loud.
Seen too much death by twenty-three,
Funerals every other week on his street.
That kinda pain make a man talk rough,
Make faith and whiskey mix too much.
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[Hook – Choir + Heavy Drums]
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Swamp preacher…
Pray for me…
The South got ghosts underneath these trees.
Swamp preacher…
Still believe…
Even when the darkness don’t leave.
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[Verse 2]
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He scream “Repent!” while the thunder crack,
Old church walls vibrate right back.
Children shout while the mothers cry,
Whole congregation feel heaven nearby.
But after service when the lights go low,
He ride them backroads all alone.
Questionin’ God underneath moonlight haze,
Wonderin’ why suffering stay.
That’s the burden holy men don’t say:
Sometimes faith feel far away.
Still they preach through pain and fear,
Tryna keep hope alive down here.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
Lord…
keep my spirit clean…
in a place where survival got people doin’ desperate things.
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Wash me in the river slow…
Before the black water take my soul.
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[Verse 3]
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Maybe holiness ain’t spotless hands,
Maybe it’s surviving cursed lands.
Maybe God still walk these roads,
Even through the mud and smoke.
So the preacher keep stompin’ that floor,
Still callin’ sinners toward the Lord.
Because down in Louisiana heat—
Faith gotta fight just to breathe.
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[Final Hook – Full Choir + Brass]
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Swamp preacher…
Raise your voice…
Lead us through the Southern noise.
Swamp preacher…
Guide the weak…
Keep heaven alive in these streets.
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[Outro – Organ + Rain]
The church emptied…
but the prayer stayed behind.
