

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Opened my eyes to a buzzard staring back Thought I was still in hell but the sky was too blue for that Sat up slow, spat out dirt, checked if my bones still worked Everything crackled, everything hurt — so I guess I got resurrected, or whatever [Chorus] Woke up in a ditch, same as always Resurrection's less dramatic than the gospel songs say No angels, no trumpets, no choir singing sweet Just a sunburn and a headache and the taste of my own feet Woke up in a ditch Same dirt, same sky Guess dying's just a detour And I'm too mean to die [Verse 2] Checked my pockets — no wallet, no keys, no smokes Found a note that said "you're welcome" written in what looked like jokes The devil's handwriting is sloppy, by the way — real shaky hand Guess evicting someone takes a lot out of a man [Chorus] Woke up in a ditch, same as always Resurrection's less dramatic than the gospel songs say No angels, no trumpets, no choir singing sweet Just a sunburn and a headache and the taste of my own feet Woke up in a ditch Same dirt, same sky Guess dying's just a detour And I'm too mean to die [Bridge — spoken, squinting] You ever come back from the dead and immediately regret it? Sun's too bright. Ground's too hard. Somebody's playing "Achy Breaky Heart" in the distance. [pauses, listens] ...wait. [longer pause] ...that's just my brain. [rubs temples] ...hell of a souvenir. [Instrumental break — guitar stumbling around like a man trying to stand up too fast] [Outro — sung, still groggy but finding his feet] Woke up in a ditch, same as always I'd say "good to be back" but that'd be a liar's phrase I'm alive again, I guess — if that's what you call this state Just a man, a guitar, and a whole lot of hate [spoken, standing up:] ...now where's the nearest bar. [boots start walking. Fade out.]
Tags
Outlaw Country, male, Tempo: mid-slow, groggy. Guitar feels hungover. Drums stumble in late.
4:09
No
4/14/2026