

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Sun up Coffee in a cracked tin cup Boot prints sunk in the frozen mud Pine sap sticking on my busted gloves Whole world smells like sweat and sawdust Old hymn humming through my busted teeth Flannel ripped where the branches reached I talk to God through the winter steam He answers back in the churning machine [Chorus] I’m a chainsaw hallelujah in the pines (oh yeah) Raising up a shout through the timberline Got dirt on my face Got grace on my mind Swinging that gospel in four-four time If I fall Lord Cut me loose or pull me back ’Cause I’m your loud Rough Grunge-born lumberjack [Verse 2] Dead phone buried in a metal lunch box Out here the only signal is the crows that talk Wind sings louder than the Sunday choir Every tree ring keeps an old campfire Knots in the wood like the scars I hide Axes and mistakes lying side by side I miss that pew but I found this pewter sky Where a man can curse then learn to cry [Chorus] I’m a chainsaw hallelujah in the pines (hey!) Raising up a shout through the timberline Got dirt on my face Got grace on my mind Swinging that gospel in four-four time If I fall Lord Cut me loose or pull me back ’Cause I’m your loud Rough Grunge-born lumberjack [Bridge] [Band drops to low Fuzzy drone] I’ve buried good friends under cold Red clay Carved their names quiet in the bark that day If you’re listening God Through the diesel drone I’m just a splinter trying to find my home (yeah) [Chorus] I’m a chainsaw hallelujah in the pines Raising up a shout through the timberline Got dirt on my face Got grace on my mind Swinging that gospel in four-four time If I fall Lord Cut me loose or pull me back Let the woods ring out with this rough-cut track ’Cause I’m your loud Rough Grunge-born lumberjack
Tags
rock, Crunchy country-rock gospel with a muddy grunge edge; male vocals with a ragged, preacher-on-the-mountain intensity. Slide guitar and twangy tele riff ride over stomping drums and distorted power chords. Verses stay in a smoky mid-tempo groove; chorus opens wide with gang vocals and stacked harmonies. Bridge strips to voice and overdriven acoustic before everything slams back in, cymbals crashing like falling trees., country rock, grunge, gospel
3:30
No
2/27/2026