Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Got mud on my boots Bills on the table Rust on that truck But it’s still rollin’ stable Storm on the radar Boss on the phone “Son We’re in trouble” (Yeah, I already know) [Chorus] When trouble comes knockin’ at my front door I don’t ask “why me?” anymore I spit in the dust Stand my ground Say “what now? What now?” If the river runs high and it floods my street I don’t cry Don’t beg Don’t plead I roll my sleeves Talk to the crowd Say “what now? What now?” [Verse 2] Lost that contract Lost some sleep Bank man grinnin’ Showin’ all his teeth Coffee’s burnt bitter Day feels long But I’m buildin’ bricks While they sing sad songs (oh yeah) [Chorus] When trouble comes knockin’ at my front door I don’t ask “why me?” anymore I spit in the dust Stand my ground Say “what now? What now?” If the river runs high and it floods my street I don’t cry Don’t beg Don’t plead I roll my sleeves Talk to the crowd Say “what now? What now?” [Bridge] Every setback’s just a seed Plant it deep Let it bleed Sunrise hits that busted plow I don’t ask “why” I ask “what now?” (hey!) [Chorus] When trouble comes knockin’ at my front door I don’t ask “why me?” anymore I spit in the dust Stand my ground Say “what now? What now?” If the river runs high and it floods my street I don’t cry Don’t beg Don’t plead I roll my sleeves Talk to the crowd Say “what now? What now? What now?”
Tags
rock, Gritty swamp-blues rock with bayou funk swagger, male vocals. Swung shuffle groove on dusty drums, raw overdriven slide guitar, and a grimy Hammond bed. Verses stay low and talk-sung with muttered ad-libs; chorus explodes into shouted gang vocals and thicker guitar riffs. Bridge strips back to kick, claps, and swampy guitar lick before a final, roaring chorus., raw, blues-rock, funk
Duration
3:23
Instrumental
No
Created
1/31/2026