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?”
Style
rockgritty swamp-blues rock with bayou funk swaggermale vocals. swung shuffle groove on dusty drumsraw overdriven slide guitarand 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 kickclapsand swampy guitar lick before a finalroaring chorus.rawblues-rockfunk
Prompt
Gritty swampy blues-rock with bayou funk & Southern roots. Guitars are raw, rhythms shuffle. Song about how a Stoic Entrepreneur says When trouble comes nocking
Never ask why me, always say what now!
Credits
Prompt byFutureMatrix745
GeneratedJan 31, 2026
ModelAria v5